Lesser men would call it love
Seeking shelter from the measure
Of one's life against the gods'
So devoid of depth and pleasure
But with you it's simple then
Why we recognize each other:
Wounds that look alike they tend
To reflect one another
So don't you leave your home for me
Cause All I have is string and feathers
Just to sew a pair wings
That won't hold in stormy weather
We both knew this would be brief
For where gods live no man can linger
We'd be hanging from a cliff
Holding on by just one finger