this is my life, said the raven queen
such a life is a rare and beautiful thing
in the shadows or in the beams of light
this is my life, this is my life
i dream of oceans when on the mountain
dream of mountains when the canyon's gone
the purpose of a dream is a language song
we are pictures in someone's passion play
we are children at the edge of dawn
my wings were a wonderful friend
thought i'd have them until the end
thought i'd fly in all the tales
this old raven knows, this old raven sees
got me a trumpet and a gondolier
got me a glass filled with everclear
this old raven traded feathers up around the bend
this is what you do at the end of time
who can be the lover of a raven queen?
who can stand in the shadow of a shadow scene?
her eyes were like tomorrow, so hard to see
i could die in her eyes and count myself free
i know better than to ask for more
she taught me to forget, how to find the door
can't stay in the nest forever, my queen
this is life and life is the thing
i dream of oceans when on the mountain
dream of mountains when the canyon's gone
the purpose of a dream is a language song
we are pictures in someone's passion play
we are children at the edge of dawn
my wings were a wonderful friend
thought i'd have them until the end
thought i'd fly in all the tales
this old raven knows, this old raven sees
got me a trumpet and a gondolier
got me a glass filled with everclear
this old raven traded feathers up around the bend
this is what you do at the end of time
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