Cincinnati - Holy Holy

If you stand on the edge of the cage

Watchin' the lights passin'

When she broke from her pale blue shell

Did you dream you would live to tell

That you’d see her fade like this

You feel cold and you feel sick

As a child you cannot believe

They would block out the sun with their wings

Like a river of blood and bone

In their millions they moved as one

But not one would survive

To cover up the sky

If you stand on the edge of the creek

Watchin' water wash over me

I don’t wanna — that stone

I leave guitars, I leave some songs

I leave photographs and signs

In quiet corners of your life