Fly Down, The Flaming Eagle II

The days drawn in My mind a canvas My phone a fishing pole (He comes to surface) I come to surface She comes down next to me Flies Down "Look at the mess you've made," "You've impressed me Gaab," "Homeless, still jobless, yet flawless in every way," But with my eyes closed I can still see where this goes From the passenger seat No bed to be unmade and no blankets for you, no A hook with no bait From a fish of no race Waits in the lake of disgrace For the eagle I've chased 'Till her claws clamp over me And my hearts burning like the sun From the pain in my veins 'Cause it's just a job well done And when her claws let go of me My barbs will still hold on And to pull it may sting But to stay is just as wrong So I'm holding my breath As I let the line go I'm released from this dream To the nightmare I call home To have scales it was nice But a fish I'll be no more As an eagle I will die And one day I know I'll soar