Broken Wings

I've got another cheesy oldie to share today, this one courtesy of a long-haired (mulleted, but not helmeted) dude riding his chopper on Monroe St., blaring his radio:

Take these broken wings

And learn to fly again

And learn to live so free

And when we hear the voices sing

The book of love will open up

And let us in

Mister Mister, you may be cheesy, but you're on to something here. The book of love is more powerful than I ever dreamed it could be, and I'm now fortunate enough to get to experience of which you sing on a regular basis:

Baby I think tonight

We can take what was wrong

And make it right

I need you so

Baby it's all I know

That you're half of the flesh

And blood makes me whole

I need you so