I must disguise and muffle my sighs
Pour me some wine so all is right
We can't deny our love has no spine
The higher we fly the less we hide
How're you faring?
Oh it's harrowing for me
Stop despairing
Could be windfall at our feet
Come hither, commiserate
Isn't it strange we feel the same
Sitting here, we're face to face
Somehow the spell has been erased
How're you faring?
Oh it's harrowing for me
Stop despairing
Could be windfall at our feet
Staring down at those ink black waves
They could be my far too early grave
Winged can, safely land
How're you faring?
Oh it's harrowing for me
Stop despairing
Could be windfall at our feet
