| She'd paint me with wings. I write of the stars. Asleep on my leg, midnight in my car. And the music that plays tonight will always be hers in my mind. The rhythm of waves, that echoes so long through drink after drink and song after song I...I lost my wings somewhere back north I flew to the sun, got lost in the source. I hold her all night, come morning I leave. She thinks I'm an angel but she can't love me. I lost my wings somewhere back north. I flew to the sun, got lost in the source. She thinks I'm an angel. |
| Ocean at night |
| by Kevin S McFadden |