White Wings of Death

Unstable balancing
 Act overhead
 The dresser is open
 An empty bed
 It's such an age to be so cold
 And it's growing all the time
 And it's such a waste to so bitter
 It's growing all the time
 Her life time short on years
 No place to share
 Playing dead man's finger
 Some truth in dare
 It's such an age to be so cold
 And it's growing all the time
 And it's such a waste to feel belittled
 It's growing all the time
 While the stories explain little
 The sorrow will bear it all
 And the world she made
 From a house we played in the tree tops
 It's such a lonely place
 We all grow up just fine
 We never grow up at all
 It's such an age to be so cold
 And it's growing all the time
 And it's such a waste to feel belittled
 It's growing all the time
 And its stories explain little
 The sorrow will bear it all
 And the world she made
 From a house we played in the tree tops
 It's such a lonely place