Black Winged Bird
黑翼鸟
Night can t come quick enough
My faults shine in the sun
A train bridge of spies
watches all the cars collide
I roll my green sleeves over ruby
I don t blame you for doing it to me
Real girls don t take aim
like kings do these days
I made my mind up to be a black-winged bird
Never turn my head for how things were
Leave the bluest skies for boys to burn
And I ll soar on my way
Sad as the state of things we can t change
Now were paper dolls all aflame
In houses that all look the same
Rows of regret
An arson for a wilderness
I hide my saints in the willow trunk
You started me on this junk
Now my black lungs are blue
But I m still singing to you
I m still singing to you...