Three days was the morning My focus three days old My head, it
landed to the sounds of cricket bows I am proud man anyway Covered now
by three days
Three ways was the morning Three lovers, in three ways We knew when
she landed, three days she'd stay I am a proud man anyway Covered now by
three days
We saw shadows of the morning light the shadows of the evening sun till
the shadows and the light were one Shadows of the morning light the shadows
of the evening sun till the shadows and the light were one
True hunting is over No herds to follow Without game, men prey on
each other The family weakens by the bite we swallow
True leaders gone, of land and people We choose no kin but adopted
strangers The family weakens by the length we travel All of us with
wings All of us with wings All of us with wings! All of us with wings!
All of us with wings! All of us with wings!
Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys Loves his Marys Bits of puzzle,
hitting each other All now with wings! "Oh my Marys! Never wonder Night
is shelter for nudity's shiver" All now with wings