We're so dark by night, I am lost.
Directions getting faded.
Remember what you're taught.
She's so bright, I'll use her as light.
She's so much more than decoration.
She can fly, but she's no angel in the sky.
She's a witch, but she knows better not to take me when she flies.
And I miss how she looks me in the eyes.
Oh, this sounds like desperation.
If you're a bird, then I'm a bird.
But if you can't fly, then neither will I.
'Cause then love is not the right time to die (to die, to die).
(Mindy White)
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