Then down fell an angel renegade, her halo read “Morning Star”
Wounded by the doom of a comet tail, she was sealed with a scar

Then a sweet lightning struck and the earth opened us
Like spring buds

Why she ever fled heaven and why I would hibernate
Answers why we would meet here to equal our altered states

Then a sweet lightning struck and the earth opened us
Like spring buds

With a sacred heart-shared rhythm we blossom through the Spring
Star of the Morning shines now on her own two wings