Blue yster Cult — Wings Wetted Down

[Verse 1: Joe Bouchard] Flights of black horseman Soar o'er the churches Pursued by an army of birds in the rain None of them can see the clouds The polished wings don't care Animal waves through the hazy dreams full of pain [Chorus: Joe Bouchard] Wings wetted down Stumbling on the ground It all turns around In the end, the end, the end [Verse 2: Joe Bouchard] The voices sound deadly Sometimes I hear Echoes of empires spread throughout the sky [Chorus: Joe Bouchard] Wings wetted down Stumbling on the ground It all turns around In the end, the end, the end [Verse 3: Joe Bouchard] Flights of black horseman Soar o'er the churches Pursued by an army of birds in the rain [Chorus: Joe Bouchard] Wings wetted down It all turns around It all turns around In the end, the end, the end