You cannot fly
Every night you dream of scaling heights
But you can only fall
You’re carried deep into the starless night
And when you cry
Nobody hears you through the pouring rain
It’s a crying shame
So much to give and yet you’ve given in We took them all, my dear love
She sits and waits
Under the streetlight that she so appreciates
A butterfly with twisted wings
That just can’t reach the sky
But we can save a little freedom
Then we’ll levitate
Call moon and night
And let our dusty wings begin to fly
We took them all, my dear love.