With your gossamer heart
Your translucent eyes
Your Rizla thin skin
Your filligree mind
You poor flightless angel
Earthbound by these things
You won’t ever learn how to fly
‘Til you give me your wings

With your blue vein breast
The white of your thigh
Your wind-blown lips
The pink of the sky
The Ivory veil of your skin tightly clings
But you won’t ever learn how to fly
‘Til you give me your wings

‘Til you give me your wings
I’ll wait like a loaded spring
Like a taut wound spring
I’ll wait ’til you give me your wings