GOLDWING - Billie Eilish

"He hath come to the bosom of his beloved

Smiling on him, she beareth him to highest heav'n

With yearning heart"

"On thee we gaze, O' gold-wing'd messenger of mighty Gods"

Gold-winged angel

Go home, don't tell

Anyone what you are

You're sacred and they're starved

And their art is gettin' dark

And there you are to tear apart

Tear apart, tear apart, tear apart

You better keep your head down-down

Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down

Better keep your head down-down

Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down

They're gonna tell you what you wanna hear

Then they're gonna disappear

Gonna claim you like a souvenir

Just to sell you in a year

You better keep your head down-down

Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down

Keep your head down-down (Down)

Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down

Better keep your head down-down

Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down

Keep your head down-down

Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down

That's good