Clipped Wings

Save, save, save, save Whatever keeps your feet up off the black Wings, wings, wings, wings Are precious things that tend to not grow back An angel that I thought I knew Has clipped her own wings 'cause she thought that they looked funny, and I guess it's true That we weren't meant to fly An angel that I thought I knew Has clipped his own wings, though he should not have done it, and I guess it's true That we were meant to die Mm Fly, fly, fly, fly Above the people who believe in fate High Until you can no longer feel the weight An angel that I thought I knew Has clipped her own wings 'cause she thought that they looked funny, and I guess it's true That we weren't meant to fly An angel that I thought I knew Has clipped his own wings, though he should not have done it, and I guess it's true That we were meant to die We were meant to die If I were my father, I'd say what he's saying to me I know he can't bear to watch as I beat myself down to my knees But maybe that's where I should be, before I rise and realize That sunsets cannot be touched yet That chasing them only yields pain and regret That your wings are not what's holding you down That the view will be worth it when you're off the ground That lessons learned should be trusted And truth is not something that can be adjusted That I need a handful to lead me home And that I cannot do this alone Save, save, save, save Wings, wings, wings, wings Fly, fly, fly, fly High And live before you die Please live before you die