Album: Come Visit the Big Bigot With Dead Eyes Opened
Wings on fire / wheeling on houses
Touching lips / holding hands
Sleeping in sheets of flame / Leaving carbon calling cards
Wings on fire / in dreaming last night
I took to flight / Spread my hands
Surging in forests / floating in hair
I fell through the air / to the circle of hands
The circle of hands / and the crowds below
Let me stroke the skin / Let me warm the heart