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

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…