Hymn

Fly down back by to my arms
 And sing your songs about the stars
 And when you're done, just be a bird
 There's nothing else, just be a bird
 And rest your song against the night
 And close your eyes, put out the light
 Your stars blew out without a word
 Leave all alone to be a bird
 Fall with your God
 Let this hymn come help your fall
 And let all those who judge you
 Let all who condemn, be still
 Brush your dust off from your heart
 And never let it fall apart
 I read the past across your wing
 Tattooed names of nameless kings
 Fall with your God
 Let this hymn come help your fall
 And let all those who judge you
 Let all who condemn, be still
 Is the last waiting room
 And this is the last waiting room
 This is the last waiting room
 This is the last waiting room
 And this is the last waiting room
 And this is the last waiting room for us
 So, fall with your God
 Let this hymn come help your fall
 And let all those judge you
 Let all who condemn, be still