Three days was the morning

my focus three days old

my head it landed, to the sound of cricket bows

I am a proud man anyways

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 anyways

covered now by three days...



we saw shadows of the morning light

shadows of the evening sun

till the shadows and the light were one

shadows of the morning light

shadow of the evening sun

till the shadows and light were one



True hunting's over, no herds to follow

without game, men prey on each other

the family weakens, by the bites we swallow

True leaders gone, of land and people

we choose no kin, but adopted strangers

the family weakens, by the lengths we travel

and all of 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, fitting each other

all now with wings

Oh my Marys

never wonder

night is shelter, for nudity's shiver

all now with wings