She doesn’t fly these days She removed her wings And nailed them to the wall Above the fireplace They’re shredded and soot-stained
The cold, cold stones In the deep night, move They cross rivers, roll over highw… They gather outside my door In the morning I find them circle…
There’s a town in California That smells like cinnamon sugar I never found out why Yes there is war, there is loss, There is terrible drive-thru servi…
I’m running out of time to make mi… And call them ignorance I’m afraid of great white sharks On the road at night Remember, darkness is passing;
I am not my father My arms are clumsy in his coat sle… His sword is heavy and unbalanced His mask prevents my breath His blindness does not give me for…