Sing sweet angel sing for I am wasted at your wingnSo far so goodnSo good for you but not for mennCry my angel cry for I am bound to wonder whynYour tears are goldnSo rare and pure for fools I'm surennCan't stand losing younnDrive sweetheart just drive for although you have arrivednI think it's good nTo be alive when you're at my sidennAll your graceful ways are minenOn disgraceful daysnWhen this fiction rose with the morning sunnIt's a poison prose but a pretty one nI am wasted here at your side it's clear that we can't go onn