i'll fall with your knife

to the crowd, to the world, you were so dry, and with the token bird i made, send it to fly right to your side, with the broken wing you sailed, oh like winter in july, a barren river wide, i'll pray for the flood, to wash on you, it's here i'll be with you, well if the birds can reach the sky, to this land i'll be with you, till the sun bursts from your side, with my hands i reach to you, when you think your chance is passing by, when you blow your moon away, i'll bleed like the reed, fall with your knife, it's here i'll be with you, i'll fall.