Testo di Big Wings

I could see myself At twenty eight What do you think of me now? To Hell with big wings Heaven can wait I won't be I won't be checking out Torn Between big love And hate A passion whichever Way round Could have been Could have been Good intentions run aground I am I'm truly young But I feel so old 'Cause the guage is Good as gold Plump and pearly? It's way too early Slim and surly Is clearly divine