By The Sound Of Her Wings

<br>Her garden`s filled with blackbirds<br>And her eyes are full of rain<br>She comes singing softly to me<br>Whispering my name<br><br>Her brow is crowned with mourning<br>And her lips are kissed with fate<br>She comes riding on a nightmare<br>With the darkness in her wake<br><br>And in my final hour<br>And on my final day<br>I`ll know she`s coming for me<br>By the sound of her wings<br><br>Her left hand`s filled with ashes<br>And her right hand`s full of dust<br>Shes comes laughing through the numbness<br>To wake me with a touch<br><br>Her bed is made of secrets<br>And endless woven dreams<br>She`ll come trembling on the moonlight<br>When at last she comes to me<br><br>And in my final hour<br>And on my final day<br>I`ll know she`s coming for me<br>By the sound of her wings<br><br>All my days are grains in an hourglass<br>Every tear and every fear all must pass<br><br>And in my final hour<br>And on my final day<br>I`ll know she`s coming for me<br>By the sound of her wings