Now that we've both come down In the light of an empty star To think that I once Might have tame your fearsome heart You give me yourself Like a crime seen from afar A beautiful feathered child With a killing jar Who could run into the madness of your blood? The glory of your love... Only a fool would try Only a fool would try... You were born with a reckless heart You wield it like a gun I see my own reflection in your eyes Inside an arrow to the sun You were born with beating wild wings Of a high flying bird Feral compulsion is your gift And it will always be a curse So high and black in the darkness Beneath your wild wings Beneath your wild wings All that was left is gone Like the gold from an ancient town We once had our own mine But that was then and this is now So bring on the night Bring on the execution... How many times can you kill a clown? Who could run into the madness of your blood? The glory of your love... Only a fool would try Only a fool would try... You were born with a reckless heart You wield it like a gun I see my own reflection in your eyes Inside an arrow to the sun You were born with beating wild wings Of a high flying bird Feral compulsion is your gift And it will always be a curse So high and black in the darkness Beneath your wild wings Beneath your wild wings