Three Days - Jane's Addiction

Three days was the morning 
my focus three days old 
my head it landed, to the sound of cricket bows 
I am a proud man anyways 
covered now by three days.... 

Three ways was the morning 
three lovers in three ways 
we knew when she landed 
three days she'd stay 
I am a proud man anyways 
covered now by three days... 

we saw shadows of the morning light 
shadows of the evening sun 
till the shadows and the light were one 
shadows of the morning light 
shadow of the evening sun 
till the shadows and light were one 

True hunting's over, no herds to follow 
without game, men prey on each other 
the family weakens, by the bites we swallow 
True leaders gone, of land and people 
we choose no kin, but adopted strangers 
the family weakens, by the lengths we travel 
and all of with wings 
all of us with wings 
all of us with wings 
all of us with wings 
all of us with wings 
all of us with wings 

Erotic Jesus, lays with his Marys 
loves his Marys 
bits of puzzle, fitting each other 
all now with wings 
Oh my Marys 
never wonder 
night is shelter, for nudity's shiver 
all now with wings