Passenger Aleph in Name

Beyond I am
 Bails out the stars
 Starting the sound of
 First the air goes and then the heart
 So was that Omega point?
 Just butterfly to the sun
 Points fingers as the graves awake
 The moon is dead, long live the moon
 And Ms. Tricky hides
 Beside your lying eyes
 The hotel snuffed in snow
 In the wrappers the rubble was sugar sweet
 Smelled of paper eyes and the lovely smoke
 Of the forests burning in the storms
 Baal storm and in the house of mercy
 On the airline screen pops up in prophecy
 So I caught in the worlds of the star makers
 And the fakers of grief
 And there was no sadness in the tractors broken
 Over ghost fields
 On the wall of grace buffeted by the Baal storm
 Bowed heads as sinner's turns of phrase
 And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood
 At frost or fear
 She was queen Apollo
 She was queen of gates
 Well, the lamb's blood's washed me clean
 Called me to sing Omega