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You peel off your evening dress, facing the wall so bare,
And I see fresh scars on your back, smooth as velvet in the air.
I feel a tear for the pain or to sleep and leave all care.
Where are the wings I adored, in the night's cool glare?
Where are the wings I adored, in the night's cool glare?
Where are the wings I adored, in the night's cool glare?

Once we had all the time, now we've got tasks to spare,
Proving the strong eat the weak, proving soot's fair.
We've all lost something in this mad warfare.
By the way, where are the wings that I found so rare?
Where are the wings that I found so rare?
Where are the wings that I found so rare?

I don't ask how much money you hold, or how many have claimed you as bride.
I see you fear open windows and the high floors outside.
And if tomorrow brings fire, and the building's ablaze wide,
We'll perish without those wings, once my pride.
Where are the wings, once my pride?
Where are the wings, once my pride?