Son - Iris Lune

Broken myths and bedtime stories

Scattered treasures, glowing wings

Angels circle you

Darkness turning into hue

Broken truths float on the water

Fables carried on the waves

The fault is partly yours

My angel in beggar’s clothes

I told you

Not to

You didn’t listen

Keep your distance from the son

Silence from above

Silence from below

We all know how this has gotta end

Broken myths and bedtime stories

Scattered treasures, glowing wings

Angels circle you

Darkness turning into hue