He came spitting fire On a day like no other Tried to hold you near to me I heard him pa**ing over He made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air He put our love in clear perspective Blue, red and green plumage
Trailing behind him now Swaddling the sky in its aftermath The last day coming down He made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air He put our love in clear perspective Rising, rising, rising, rising