White bird in the morning On the edge of the sun Gold is the evening When the daylight is done I know that it's hard to face it I know that it's not the same ♪ Wildfire in the morning With a ghost by my side Wings made of ash now So strange to confide I know that it's hard to face it I know that it's not the same Is there something that I missed Beneath the viaduct While the humming birds gathered Gathered in the dusk? Is there something that I missed Beneath the viaduct? Am I hanging on a thread? Strange glow into midnight As the fires dissipate Maybe you were right The fire will create I know that it's hard to face it I know that it's not the same Is there something that I missed Beneath the viaduct While the humming birds gathered Gathered in the dusk? Is there something that I missed Beneath the viaduct? Am I hanging on a thread Just to buy me love?