We see ourselves floating in heaven

And we are lost

Broken, semi-transparent angel wings

Flap desparately

Against a bitter wind that begs to differ

Fields, the pipers, the city of lights

Now she beckons,

Squeezing

Kneading

Heeding the night

Down and down we go

In fallen angels' voice

We ought to remember

So sinisterly sleepy a lullaby

But we have only just begun to forget

And we fall

Down down

And we are

Lost angels

Who must surrender in a hail of fury

To fulfill our worldly tasks