sweet wings

Sweet Wings, What are you doing, Sweet Wings? Bumping and nudging against what you love, Against what cannot love you back. Sweet Wings You know it's not real, Don't you, Sweet Wings? It's an illusion of light and color, baby. Perception can Deceive, And you're not ready for it, Sweet Wings. Sweet Wings You know it will burn you? You know that the hot white will sear, Blaze through those beaut wings, Tear you apart? Why do you love what hurts, Sweet Wings? Sweet Wings... I want to know why, Sweet Wings. I need to know why, So I won't feel so bad When I do what you're doing In my own sordid way. Sweet Wings... Why do you want Flame to burn?