Iron Sky - Siri Nilsen

Young, carved out of air

She had her hands engraved

He brushed back her hair

Gave her the love she craved

Safe, under his skin

Was that your hiding place?

She owned him in bed

He owned her fragile soul

She hid how she bled

Knew he could make her whole

Lost, deep in the night

She took off her pretty face

Free, underneath an iron sky

No-one really knows what it’s like

To outfly the night

He knows how you bleed

Dreams of your happy days

He woke up too fast

Saw how you lay there bare

You flew at last

Back into the air

Free, underneath an iron sky

No-one really knows what it’s like

To outfly the night

Her hands read;

Born to bleed