Thrush and Wake
Lyrics
Feel the ancient sound With a feathered pulse The aged thrush Bound to death's dark wing Silently it asks "Do we need joy?" It's nothing more Than shame and loss Morning choir sings To warm the hearts Of crueler beings As they take my wings
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:41
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 61 BPM