A childless whisper of a woman Standing in the shadow of her man A weightless stare The sudden flare of headlights 10 minutes into rush hour she jumps
Floating to the ground On the other side of sound Her broken body breaks again One feather can fly without wings But listen to the morning dove Now as she sings
Good morning, Love It's your morning dove Mourning love all the way down Mourning love all the way down
The shadow emerges full grown Eternally on the brink of success His brilliant car Pointed at the sky-scraped town She had timed her interrupt so perfectly
He wipes a stray hair from her gray face Makes a note to clean his bloody briefcase A smile escapes from its hiding place She's let go of this life and their pain
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On this sweet morning She flies like she's never flown On this sweet morning She's as high as one can ever go