Thieves Cross

Are these planes or stars
Circling, traveling
In the silverine heart
Of the deepest, bluest part
Of Perseus

Is this Altar or Crown
Certainly royalty
That one's comin' around
And this one, well, see?
See?

Of these planes or stars
Which two are we

Were those jewels or thieves
Or just the same Cheshire moon
I've been circling
Since before the world knew the blues
Of being a thing without you

Are these jewels or thieves
Hesiod or Maya
Are these the Jewels or Thieves
Ornaments or liars

And which old pictures in the deepest, bluest part
Which old pictures in the deepest, bluest heart
Of the Sisters, of the Sculptor in the dark
Which old pictures in the deepest, bluest part
Are we?



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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