How many miracles can a man find between the trees?
Silently
Don't talk about what you might have seen, just stare and shout
How many times do the trees of infidelity keep heads in rusty wonder
No stars, no spars, no hands of the other
Hands which kept faith with almost lonesome brother
When I saw the plane falling down
I heard the life crawling around
Nobody wants to leave
without warning and keep the heads in bloody water
Nobody cares to see
in the morning how many fallen miracles are out there
Between them
It was fire that burned the wings
It was silence that was stuck between the
strings and every piece of lethal noose
Without ire, without fret, without pain in grief
I saw the plane falling down
Hidden faces in best position for pray
With no stars around I wish for something else
