Pigeons' Escape Lyrics

It comes clean, genuine

And I may have wondered what it is

But the question... Well, the answer was in the question itself

There is a shout

The shout cuts the light, explores the matter and overflies the ocean

There is a lack of space where the tides float in absolute perfection

There's black much deeper than fear

Oscillating in a perpetual movement

The kite was flying, cut the string

Can't amend, is that the end?

What we've become ends here

What we've become, we become every time

It's killed and born in the same single act

The shot in the dark

The flare in the room

We're witnesses to every duality

We're perceptors, accumulators

There's a pain I can't describe

And that's already a limit