Deckard

Wasted At Your Wing

Deckard


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