[00:02.37]My father burned the midnight oil,
[00:13.61]gluing together wax and feathers.
[00:24.77]When he was through,
[00:29.95] I looked like Gabriel—
[00:35.62]a little tattered,
[00:38.31]a little weathered.
[00:47.04]It wasn’t the sun that melted my wings,
[00:56.52]so close I could hear the angels sing.
[01:09.55]The injustice of disbelief
[01:18.99]dropped me from the heavens’ canopy.
[01:31.72]Thrown to the sky
[01:36.73]like a stone from a sling,
[01:42.96]dropped like lead to the arms of the sea.
[01:54.24]I rest my head on the ocean floor.
[02:05.56]You walk above me.
[02:16.60]It wasn’t the sun that melted my wings,
[02:26.29]so close I could hear the angels sing.
[02:39.12]The misfortune of disbelief
[02:48.58]dropped me from the heavens’ canopy.