Thinking about what could be
Look up to find everything we need
Romanticizing who we are
Just hold me tight as we stare at the stars, yeah
There's so much time for everything
I want to fly but I don't have wings yet
I'm gonna fly up with the birds
I'm gonna see the light
Just for a while, don't be concerned
I'll be stuck here in the dirt, yeah
Thinking about what could have been
Head in the clouds, clouds in my skin
Romanticizing who we were
Slowly becoming our own "heroes absurd", yeah
The years go by and we learn nothing
I want to fly but I won't have wings
I want to fly up with the birds
I want to see the light
But I'm stuck six feet under
I'm stuck here in the dirt, yeah
I want to be born again
But I don't know what that means
And I'm afraid that in the end
Not even the angels have wings, yeah