Sparrow - Windhand

I love a man, whose love is violence;

Who always comes, who goes away.

Who never brings me any flowers

To blossom in my blazing shade.

And all of his weak-heart love is lonely;

our love is running out of breath.

When I wake, you cannot know me;

When I sleep, I dream of death.

Wire, Cradle, Cross and Arrow;

Mother’s milk or Crone’s Rage.

Mouths like Wolves, we dine like Sparrows;

There is grace in great restraint.

And all of his weak-heart love is lonely;

our love is running out of breath

When I wake, you cannot know me;

When I sleep, I dream of death.

And I could not help but leave and wonder,

What spirit steals your awful head.

and I am grateful for your candor;

I could not love a better man.

'Cause all of his weak-heart love is lonely;

our love is running out of breath

When I wake, you cannot know me;

When I sleep, I dream of death."