Hymn Songtext
von Andy Stochansky

Fly down magpie to my arms
And sing your songs about the stars
And when you′re done just be a bird
There's nothing else just be a bird

And rest your song against the night
And close your eyes, put out the light
Your stars blew out without a word
Leave all alone to be a bird

Hey Anne, fall with your god
Let this hymn come help your fall
And let all those who judge you
Let all who condemn be still


Hey Anne, brush the dust off from your heart
And never let it fall apart
I read the past across your wing
Tattooed names of nameless kings

Hey Anne, fall with your god
Let this hymn come help your fall
And let all those who judge you
Let all who condemn be still

Hey Anne, this is the last waiting room
This is the last waiting room
This is the last waiting room
This is the last waiting room
And this is the last waiting room
And this is the last waiting room for us

So fall with your god
Let this hymn come help your fall
And let all those who judge you
Let all who condemn be still