Dove - Menke

For the dove and for the land

I reach out for your hand

No hurling hearts

Though we furl our lost

Aloft the tailwind always seems so soft

But from up here, you better grow your fear

We’ve found our home

This is what we’ve become

Don’t take us down and all apart

I know you’re sharp

Loose hands, clutch doves

Loose hands, clutch doves

You’re indiscreet, you say

«What's that noise from your cage dear»

Do your love kling of fear

Do your love kling of fear

For the dove and for the love

We climb back home

We will always be maroon