what's the condition of those wings you have
i watch the dust wander 'round my room
i remember lookin' at you through the window in my bedroom
i remember nights on nights spent thinkin' 'bout you
all the time that you consumed
i'm underneath your spell
i got a shoe box full of broken hearts
my last breath in the candle-light
cap myself and i say goodnight
b-b-b-b-baby how's your wealth?
you can never fly slow or low or shy them
i analyze and got paralyzed
and i know if anyone led astray by a zombie