Bookish Songs Collective - Lily Bird Lyrics

Have you seen golden hour in Hell
As the fire turns to starlight
And the blood drains from the well

A song from long ago returns to us from
Down the river where it has now become
A lullaby
A battle cry
The fragments of us left behind

But the fault lines form between our souls
Our song filling the cracks with gold
The bloodied sun will yield to all
The goodness of your gentle heart
Don't stop singing, little bird
As I go under
Going under

Can you see the green horizon
Veiled in fire, scarred by names
The innocence of ghosts unwanted
Piercing through the manmade flames

Golden hour bed of grass
Touched by Midas, blessed to breathe
I promise you'll be safe at last
I'll be waiting under the willow tree

But the fault lines form between our souls
Our song filling cracks with gold
The bloodied sun will yield to all
The goodness of your gentle heart
Don't stop singing, little bird
As I go under
Going under

Lily bird, have you seen golden hour
Deep in the meadow?