when will i be over this*
A body on a wing
When will i see you
And feel none of anything
When the stars run out of gas
When the bluebirds leave my chest
When the warriors make amends
And i can stop pretending
When when

When will i be over you
My body on the wing
When will i think of you

And feel none of anything

When the horses lay to rest
When the pears fall off the branch
When the bells no longer ring
And i can stop pretending
When when

When the bees no longer sting
When the bells no longer ring
When all my ships come in
And i can stop pretending
When when