My father burned the midnight oil
Gluing together wax and feathers
When he was through, I looked like Gabriel—
A little tattered, a little weathered
It wasn't the sun that melted my wings
So close I could hear the angels sing
The injustice of disbelief
Dropped me from the heavens' canopy
Thrown to the sky like a stone from a sling
Dropped like lead to the arms of the sea
I rest my head on the ocean floor
You walk above me
It wasn't the sun that melted my wings
So close I could hear the angels sing
The misfortune of disbelief
Dropped me from the heavens' canopy