The second coming is given to fly like the One walking on the sky or bending air. The return of the king, to inherit the Winged crown.
“He's flying Whole High, wide, oh
He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed By faceless men, well, fuckers He still stands
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away The love he receives is the love that is saved And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky A human being that was given to fly”
[B]ird i[S] the [W]ord