Wings
Who am I in charge of anything
Who are you so brave and frightening
Who am I in unknown places
Who are you in brand new faces
If my eyes change at the hour
Wish I still could be a tower
Pins and needles, friendly teeth in
Older armor, older feelings
Yellow wings on a beat-up body
Broke down engine, crooked chassis
A love so sick nobody wondered
A life so drunk you find no answers
And how do you write to a dead man
How do you make it make sense
How do you make it
Make sense
Now at night the strangest lightning
wet fur frozen, miles from Earth and
I see your face, a million ways out,
watch the same old story play out
Dream a plot with colder fences
Bay windows and old romances
Frames in mind like shadow boxes
A portrait of the losing process
Yellow wings on a beat-up body
Broke down engine, crooked chassis
A love so sick nobody wondered
A life so drunk you find no answers
And how do you write to a dead man
How do you make it make sense
How do you make it
Make sense
Yellow wings on a beat-up body
A broke down engine, crooked chassis
A love so sick nobody wondered
A life so drunk you find no answers
And how do you write to a dead man
How do you make it make
How do you write to a dead man
How do you make it make sense
How do you make it make
How do you make it make
How do you make it make
Sense
Who are you so brave and frightening
Who am I in unknown places
Who are you in brand new faces
If my eyes change at the hour
Wish I still could be a tower
Pins and needles, friendly teeth in
Older armor, older feelings
Yellow wings on a beat-up body
Broke down engine, crooked chassis
A love so sick nobody wondered
A life so drunk you find no answers
And how do you write to a dead man
How do you make it make sense
How do you make it
Make sense
Now at night the strangest lightning
wet fur frozen, miles from Earth and
I see your face, a million ways out,
watch the same old story play out
Dream a plot with colder fences
Bay windows and old romances
Frames in mind like shadow boxes
A portrait of the losing process
Yellow wings on a beat-up body
Broke down engine, crooked chassis
A love so sick nobody wondered
A life so drunk you find no answers
And how do you write to a dead man
How do you make it make sense
How do you make it
Make sense
Yellow wings on a beat-up body
A broke down engine, crooked chassis
A love so sick nobody wondered
A life so drunk you find no answers
And how do you write to a dead man
How do you make it make
How do you write to a dead man
How do you make it make sense
How do you make it make
How do you make it make
How do you make it make
Sense
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Adams, Ashley Hunter
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