The Magpie

The Magpie
They could wrap their arms around us,
We'll defy from burning ashes in this cold.
When the stars are at their brightest,
The light becomes our atlas to get home.
The war has settled down.
They're fading like the sun.
Time to draw a line.

Our hands slept for hours.
All these things we've planned for us will unfold.
The road is long, but it leads to you.
We'll get home.
The war has settled down.
Their fading like the sun.
Time to draw a line.
ohhh...
(accoustic)
End