(spoken word poem at beginning) > At this moment > you should be with us > feeling like we do > like you love to > but never will again > I miss you my dear Xiola > I prepared the room tonight > with Christmas lights > a city of candles > fresh sheets > we are all filled with dense clouds > that have us sunk into the mattress > I need to touch your skin… > an alien she was… > No one made friends as easily as Xiola… > Drug pushing constructors > We were always in the audience that plagued her > One night I met a poet… . (singing) Three days was the morning My focus three days old My head, it landed To the sounds of cricket bows... I am proud man anyway... Covered now by three days... Three ways was the morning Three lovers, in three ways We knew when she landed Three days she'd stay I am a proud man anyway... Covered now by three days... We saw shadows of the morning light The shadows of the evening sun Till the shadows and the light were one Shadows of the morning light The shadows of the evening sun Till the shadows and the light were one... True hunting is over No herds to follow Without game, men prey on each other The family weakens by the bite we swallow... True leaders gone Of land and people We choose no kin but adopted strangers The family weakens by the length we travel... All of us with wings... All of us with wings... All of us with wings! All of us with wings! All of us with wings! All of us with wings! Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys Loves his Marys Bits of puzzle Fitting each other All now with wings! Oh my Marys! Never wonder... Night is shelter For nudity's shiver... All now with wings...