Flown Away

Oh my love, oh my love
The very sea has turned against us
Our sweat plans and good intentions
Tiny hands and proud depressions

Tiny twigs on troubled mountains
Hunched together in the mist
Tiny dreams make tangled rivers
Tiny fingers make a fist

Flown away...

Blind men plot their burning acres
Cities wimper 'neath the rain
There's no shame in worried weeping
When you're world has flown away

There's no shame in worried weeping
When you're world has flown away
Hold these fingers in your fist there
When your world has flown away

Oh my love, oh my love
The very sea has turned against us
Our sweat plans and good intentions
Tiny hands and proud depressions

Flown away...

I want to raise a child
Whose heart is [bad word] and wild
But will not raise a child
In a world that tumbles while [bad word] hearts get defiled
I will not raise a child
I cannot raise a child
Let's all us raise a child
Whose heart is [bad word] and wild
Our hearts are [bad word] and wild
Let's all us raise this child

Flown away...