Near Sun, On Earth

i'll go low and you'll go high i'll sink into the ground and you'll float up to the sky wings made of wax or wings made of stone they either melt in the sun or they're too heavy to hold from time to time you'll reach down to help me out but all i'll ever do is look up at you in doubt wings made of wax or wings made of stone they either melt in the sun or they're too heavy to hold