Wasted At Your Wing

Sing sweet angel sing for I am wasted at your wing So far so good So good for you but not for me Cry my angel cry for I am bound to wonder why Your tears are gold So rare and pure for fools I'm sure CAN'T STAND LOSING YOU Drive sweetheart just drive for although you have arrived I think it's good To be alive when you're at my side All your graceful ways are mine On disgraceful days When this fiction rose with the morning sun It's a poison prose but a pretty one I am wasted here at your side it's clear that we can't go on