Big Wings — текст песни (Bows)

I could see myself

At twenty eight

What do you think of me now?

To hell with big wings

Heaven can wait

I wont be

I wont be checking out



Torn

Between big love

And hate

A passion whichever

Way round

Could have been

Could have been

Good intentions run aground



I am

Im truly young

But I feel so old

cause the guage is

Good as gold

Plump and pearly?

Its way too early

Slim and surly

Is clearly divine