Cemetry Of Scream And Just The Birds Lyrics

And Just The Birds Lyrics

Elegy of silent windows 

Of wind in the boughs of the trees 

Of the
plain of lights 

Wrapped up in a grief 



The crest of roof
broken'n' left 

Walls overgrown of grass'n' wine 

Whate shrub
washed down of drops of storm 

Windows bunged with rotten boards 



And just the birds live here 

Wanderers from distant hills 

The bringing' the breath of a space 

Breath of unreal impetus