Shingles

I float above and these wings catch, and your sky hold you so beautiful

And I understand if all this comes falling, because my sky already has

And my head bows, all of this I know

And all of your precious love, you can paint as light as you see

And you can make reasons for everything

But as long as I dream some thing will always be

Gun in my mouth, I pray for the sunshine

Gun in my mouth, I pray for the sunshine