Savatage - Strange Wings

She is a native of the stormy skies, yeah I, I caught a glimpse from the depths of my eyes Atop a black winged mare Casting a wicked stare She throws her head back And rides into the night She flies strange wings Behind a thin disguise She flies strange wings Still tears she cries Oh I, I followed her To the brink of dawn, yeah She, she took control of my very soul, yeah She's still a mystery In her arms I long to be I don't know why I turn and reach to the sky She flies strange wings Behind a thin disguise She flies strange wings Still tears she cries She flies strange wings Behind a thin disguise She flies strange wings Still tears she cries Strange Wings Behind a thin disguise Strange Wings Tears she cries