When will I be over this*
A body on a wing
When will I see you
And feel none of anything
When the stars run out of gas
When the bluebirds leave my chest
When the warriors make amends
And I can stop pretending
When, when
When will I be over you
My body on the wing
When will I think of you
And feel none of anything
When the horses lay to rest
When the pears fall off the branch
When the bells no longer ring
And I can stop pretending
When, when
When the bees no longer sting
When the bells no longer ring
When all my ships come in
And I can stop pretending
When, when