savelle without her tongue had longed to see behind the choir i was born without a wing or better yet a chance to guide her understand i m not a man i m not the man i long to be falling down under the wire across the ream an open fire watching birds sink in the mud would make me think of ways to hide her understand i m not a man i m not the man i long to be braised against the wire what did i desire to vanish in the lake with everyone beside her feed and build her up a waste of time in spite of me i wish i could see the stars from where i stood the world was brighter pouring out a glass of wine inside the woods say nothing died here understand i m not a man i m not the man i long to be understand i m not a man i m not the man i long to be braised against the wire what did i desire to vanish in the lake with everyone beside her feed and build her up a waste of time in spite of me