I learnt how to see My hands in the darkened cove I longed to be free But my mind kept me chained alone Oh, when the metal in my bones Seems to be taking hold I pray to free my soul Oh, I awoke to the forming Wings made out of the page And blankets made of snow Oh, when you took me out of the shade I felt no more pain Walking alone Every temple knows The art of letting go Every undertow Reminds me when to stay afloat Oh the petals in the stone Seemed to linger in the grove Before they were carried by the crows Oh I awoke to the forming Wings made out of the page And blankets made of snow Oh when you took me out of the shade I felt no more pain Walking alone