I am wingless
When I fly
I fly away from you
As I sing this
You reply
There’s nothing left to do
She could see him
Falling down
But she folded folded hands
Everything was
All around
Like nothing that expands
Some shadows don’t seem lonely to me
Seem lonely to me
Life isn’t only what we can see
But what we conceal
There are stories
We’ve been told
Of angels God made sick
Burning faster
Like a fuse
No wax around the wick
But some shadows don’t seem lonely to me
Seem lonely to me
Life isn’t only what we can see
But what we conceal
