On a Wing

I wish you’d fly,

but your wings they lie

they lie right on my chest

Am I helpless at best,

And I wish you’d soar

 so we’d be no more

but you seem to stay

so the game I’ll still play.

Oh we’re sitting on a dream

but this isn’t what love means

 now I’m running from the fire

running running straight to desire

In the day, in the night, in the hour

In the pain in the, fight, in the power

Oh I’m running from the fire

Running running straight to desire

We were sitting on a dream

But this isn’t what love means