Tapestries of black and gold they're crying Looking through the windows I am watching you You as you go by You count every word I say Seven verses to magnify Drop the feathers you will never fly Over again you might find a way Turn on a wave of fire

Tapestries of black and gold they're crying Looking through the windows I am watching you You as you go by You count every word I say Seven verses to magnify Drop the feathers you will never fly Over again you might find a way Turn on a wave of fire