I traveled to each road and the end of the earth,
With nowhere else to go I looked back in amazement.
When I finally realized how far that I had actually gone,
I was still standing in the same place that I started.
Till I fell down and I cried out, but there was silence.
A deafening silence... more brilliant than anything.

And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood.
At least that's what she saw.
I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning.
And I heard her singing the sweetest cry, as if she wanted to reach down,
And tell me it would be alright.
And I knew it would be alright.

I walked out and stared into the golden sun.
I was blinded but enamored by it's beauty,
Till I fell down and I cried out, but there was silence.
A deafening silence... more brilliant than anything.

And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood.
At least that's what she saw.
I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning.
And I heard her singing the sweetest cry, as if she wanted to reach down,
And tell me it would be alright.
And I knew it would be alright.

Foreign train tracks serenade you with their sound.
It's never permanent.
This list, it's ever changing, like a rival timezone.
?????
You close your eyes and then you're gone.

And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood.
At least that's what she saw.
I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning.
And I heard her singing the sweetest cry, as if she wanted to reach down,
And tell me it would be alright.
And I knew it would be alright.