Wings of the Parapets

The wings of the parapets

Watch over the stage of love and rage

They watch as I catch flight

And you fill the fuel to give me a ride

Here above the open ledge

With no control of which to speak

Oh, if love is a dependency

Resign me

Hear, a dove in the cargo bay

An-hundred miles beneath his feet

Oh, if love is the opposite of free

Resign me