Iron Feather Lyrics - Woven Hand

I must miss you 

Under the ashen sky 

And out from among them 

You and you 

Those who spin as glass 

On this iron ship 

Into their own hands cast 

Oh it is this sad news 

That has traveled so fast 

All these tears 

Gather together 

Down your cheek 

Your neck and feathers 

All these tears 

Letter by letter 

They must be found 

While still day 

As dead men do 

Do not find their way 

Beneath the cedars 

The cedars of Lebanon they 

All these tears 

Gather together 

Down your cheek 

Your neck and feathers 

All these tears