Planes Like Vultures

All too soon weve come to bloom
Blown about in dusty ribbons
And pointed skywards, scrape the heavens
And should we end before were shriven
And call the names that weve been given
Grown in cities long since abandoned
Blown to pieces and thrown at random
This is what we see while standing
Long before the thought of landing
Oh this world was made for ending
Oh the storms that grow
Oh the love weve known
Oh the homes not home
Oh the worlds not shown
Oh the storms that grow
Oh the love weve known
Oh the homes not home
Oh the worlds not shown
Oh the storms that grow
By the blinding light
Our prayers are answered
By the blinding light
Our fears are conquered