All the time left in our world I would spend it lying here Simple orchard painted black When your wings of light unfurl The first black of dawn appears And our planet went away Your crest of curls and tangled thorns Chokes the flowers of our youth Yet reveals their golden fruit And as our love lies burnt and torn I forgive a faith forlorn Nothing I know can strike me down Farewell to my bones' unrest Cause your storm has said it best Through the wind your voice will sing I'll hear it everywhere I go I feel the blood run from my breast Cause your storm has said it best Through the wind my voice will sing You'll hear it even when I go