Wings

Pretty wings get nervous when the shadows grow long

On the banks of this lake, the storm will come

When that wind shuffles in, one more time then she's gone

This was already spelled in the stars

She'd turn a cheek like Jesus

Forgive him just like on St Paul

She needs a city of angels

To fly away from it all

Early on she knew it, knew it, something ya was clearly amiss

He did his talking with an elevated volume ya and sometimes a fist