All the little doves that won't come down
All the little mights in your mind
All the little doves that won't come down
All the fatal rites you despise
There's such thing as a short recovery
Sewing, sewing, so what?
Your blood veins, they frame a lottery
So, so, so, sewing, so what?
In your bones again
What's beautiful?
Your empty nets
All the little dreams in your head
All the little dreams in your head
Are beautiful and dead
Beautiful, beautiful and dead
All the little dreams in your head
All the little dreams in your head
Are beautiful and dead
Beautiful, beautiful and dead
All the little doves that won't come down
All the little mights in your mind
All the little doves that won't come down
All the fatal rites you despise