these broken wings And learn to fly again, learn to live so free When we hear the voices sing The book of love will open up and let us in Take these broken wings
a broken wing she still sings She keeps an eye on the sky With a broken wing she carries her dreams Man you ought to see her fly With a broken wing she
with you In a carriage bought by blood The clouds were singing songs of fear and loss And they cut me down to size And they cut me down to size Broken wings
you hear me?) I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone
fate The astral call was the missing link to unite my soul The drop of pure rain was falling down to end it all Upon the broken wing the recall of dead
In my opinion seeing is to know The things we hold Are always first to go And who's to say, we won't end up alone On broken wings I'm falling And it
Here comes the whore with the broken wing With grace she comes like an angel that refuses to fly She wears the crown of the wrong Here come the whore
I can feel it again, The touch as my angel is mending my wings One time so I can feel it again Mending my broken wings Changes, the meadow green to
the golden sunset Across the borderline Stands a cross A simple sign There the fires of evening Reveal so many things But who can mend broken wings?
in on a secret of mine Me and you are different girl We dont even need wings to fly We dont need wings to fly Me and you... we dont need wings to fly
Something different Something new When all I do is think of you Starring at an empty wall Cluttered with pictures of you so beautiful I'll swallow one
it's quiet when we're mutes. the acts of an optimist, but some of us may never see the world. i hope the next time you slit yours wrists it's not for
Drill in your face, wasted life What that means to me Sectioning your thoughts Could you show me sometime With all my words You could not paralyze This
the sound of a primate. the offensive of attempting to create illusions with goals of appearing larger to an enemy. but can you dance like indrid cold
dreams of knowledge for something new, while all noises are that of invitation. the vision of achievemnet blinds the vision of morality, science passed
last night i realized my excitement for events that were not yet my life. upon return, it's all in the past, it's all a memory. all my life is, is this
such convictions, i feel like stuttering. i just wanted to move. "listen on the subjects i've found. on the importance of this liquid. i get last laughs
