Strip me of my wings
I like the way it stings
And all the pretty things
You say to me
Tear me limb from limb
And occupy my skin
Search for what's within
You say to me
You said that
What's it like to fly?
You're oh so high above
Everything in sight
I'll hide away
You see through my disguise
A picture made of portraits
The sun has yet to rise
I'll lie awake
I'll lie and wait