Wings of Tin (demo) Lyrics

She always loves to repeat that line

"If boss makes a dollar, I make a dime."

She says, "how can I pay my rent

If boss makes a thousand and I make a cent."

Around and around and around we spin

With feet of lead and wings of tin

She dreamed of shallow furtive things

Like a house with a pool where she could swim

Her gaze on the sink she ain't washed in years

Stained by the faucets rusty tears

Around and around and around we spin

With feet of lead and wings of tin

Sunlight is striking ugly slits

Past the drawn down eggshell shades

Above a rumbling radiator

That's been dyed black with dust for days

One day she'll get up and leave her station

She might come face to face with a dragon

A Saracen gang, or an enchanted isle

Or if she's lucky, a new love

Around and around and around we spin

With feet of lead and wings of tin