A white bird on an elephant’s back keeping an eye out for trouble for so long you have always been saving me on those nights when the shadows emerge from the rubble you hear them on the breeze and sing me to the trees
There are days when the elephant’s back feels the weight of the struggle and black flies fill the skies around me my thick skin gets unbearably thin when in trouble but with your beat of wings I'm sheltered from those things
Guarded by love I can do anything but when you’re gone I end of crumbling. crumbling...
I used to run with the scavengers howling at night in the summer our thrill rides under dark skieskept you away but when engines roared and rifles cracked I discovered the thrill was in those things beneath a pair of wings
Guarded by love I can do anything But when you’re gone I end of crumbling. Crumbling...
