Now that we've both come down
In the light of an empty star
To think that I once
Might have tame your fearsome heart
You give me yourself
Like a crime seen from afar
A beautiful feathered child
With a killing jar
Who could run into the madness of your blood?
The glory of your love...
Only a fool would try
Only a fool would try...
You were born with a reckless heart
You wield it like a gun
I see my own reflection in your eyes
Inside an arrow to the sun
You were born with beating wild wings
Of a high flying bird
Feral compulsion is your gift
And it will always be a curse
So high and black in the darkness
Beneath your wild wings
Beneath your wild wings
All that was left is gone
Like the gold from an ancient town
We once had our own mine
But that was then and this is now
So bring on the night
Bring on the execution...
How many times can you kill a clown?
Who could run into the madness of your blood?
The glory of your love...
Only a fool would try
Only a fool would try...
You were born with a reckless heart
You wield it like a gun
I see my own reflection in your eyes
Inside an arrow to the sun
You were born with beating wild wings
Of a high flying bird
Feral compulsion is your gift
And it will always be a curse
So high and black in the darkness
Beneath your wild wings
Beneath your wild wings
