Wasted At Your Wing

Sing sweet angel sing for I am wasted at your wing

So far so good

So good for you but not for me

Cry my angel cry for I am bound to wonder why

Your tears are gold

So rare and pure for fools I'm sure

CAN'T STAND LOSING YOU

Drive sweetheart just drive for although you have arrived

I think it's good

To be alive when you're at my side

All your graceful ways are mine

On disgraceful days

When this fiction rose with the morning sun

It's a poison prose but a pretty one

I am wasted here at your side it's clear that we can't go on