Bloom

I lost my scepter
I lost my wings
O where the bees make wine
Build me a home with hammers of rain
Leave me a simple life

I'd never stay here if I could leave
I wouldn't waste my time
I'm sick of the Sun
How heavy she lays nails to a crimson sky

Home
Where we go to bury blood and stone

I found a heart that I couldn't break
No matter how I tried
O the blossom is bare, brittle and pale
Thrown in a crimson tide

Home
Where we go to carry blood and stone
Home
Where we go
Will you bury me back home?