Twisted thoughts faking flesh of man
Tell me now exactly who I am
Driving need of what I was meant to be
Will I allow my eyes to see

I saw this girl more than any else
Even more than myself
I saw an angel full of grace
Who shared my ever damaged face

I seared her flesh to see no more
And convinced myself she was a *****
But as I drove her far away
I knew I wanted her to stay

The wildest ramblings I’ve ever made
Are a cover for what I want to fade
But it remains, I’m still in love
With the girl of the morning dove

She is my soul, she is my need
She is the crutch I need to feed
She is my heart that’s broken twice
She was my only good advice

She is an ever lovely face
And my mountain of disgrace
She is my ***** of burning fire
My death upon a funeral pyre