my angel has black wings
in my dreams she is garbed in gray,
her dainty horns and hair all silver
monochromatic bliss
I know those ebon feathers could shred me
I know that white-dwarf gaze would vaporize my mind
but I would gladly suffer
for her, I would even believe
in my dreams she is garbed in gray,
her dainty horns and hair all silver
monochromatic bliss
I know those ebon feathers could shred me
I know that white-dwarf gaze would vaporize my mind
but I would gladly suffer
for her, I would even believe
No doctor can improve upon perfection.