You have one wing and I have another seeking shelter like sister and brother.
Through the winter and through the summer like one angel we'll fly far away.
Hold my hand and we'll make it all right from this hell that we live in.
Cross the road until the light comes inside and lives within.
It's a long and lonesome ride when your friends have all gone home.
But the roses in your eyes they pull me in so I don't feel alone.
Sometimes I just can't help but cry when I think of what we've become.