Born Again from Without Feathers by Eliot Wilder

Knew it the moment that I saw you
I was goner there and then
You pinned me down like an insect
Wouldn’t even let me say “when”
Held my breath till I turned crimson
Then I died and I was born again
I died and I was born again
Born again

Never knew nothing like this feeling
This feeling of being borne aloft
I’ve soared above little fluffy clouds
And I let myself whoosh and waft
From down below you called to me
And your voice was sweet and soft
Your voice was sweet and soft

Here I am
All tattered and torn
Here I am
Once again reborn

You found a home deep inside me
In a place down in my core
It is a place liquid and allusive
At the bottom of my drawer
You are the bull snorting in the ring
And I am a conquistador
I am a conquistador

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