I traveled to each road and the end of the earth,    With nowhere else to go I looked back in amazement.    When I finally realized how far that I had actually gone,    I was still standing in the same place that I started.    Till I fell down and I cried out, but there was silence.   A deafening silence... more brilliant than anything.       And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood.   At least that's what she saw.    I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning.    And I heard her singing the sweetest cry, as if she wanted to reach down,    And tell me it would be alright.    And I knew it would be alright.      I walked out and stared into the golden sun.    I was blinded but enamored by it's beauty,    Till I fell down and I cried out, but there was silence.   A deafening silence... more brilliant than anything.       And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood.   At least that's what she saw.    I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning.    And I heard her singing the sweetest cry, as if she wanted to reach down,    And tell me it would be alright.    And I knew it would be alright.      Foreign train tracks serenade you with their sound.   It's never permanent.   This list, it's ever changing, like a rival timezone.   ?????   You close your eyes and then you're gone.      And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood.   At least that's what she saw.    I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning.    And I heard her singing the sweetest cry, as if she wanted to reach down,    And tell me it would be alright.    And I knew it would be alright.