[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
[Recorded live at Spectrum Coliseum-Philadelphia-1988]
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