something with wings

Intangible, but something felt right An orange peel in dirt and sunlight Maybe soon something will ignite Maybe soon we'll get off the ride Self possessed by something holy Hoping you wanna get to know me Spill the shapes you draw in your head Mix it with wine get baptized in bed New religion: cult sleepover We're staying in but we're not staying sober Deep blue slowly melts away I'll sleep it off for a couple days I've never seen grass so green