The Way Down

Clipped wings
And you’re the one holding the bone saw
Now things are getting so out of control
The Spiraling starts, and we can’t pull up
Our hands are tied together so

On the way down
We make every moment count
While free fallin
Shedding every speck of doubt
That We could fly again
If you understand
There’s no other choice
Believe in my voice and open your wings

Dead weight I pull you down faster and faster
Our fates are inextricably linked
Just two paper hearts stapled side by side
We’ll both rip apart If you leave me to die

On the way down
We make every moment count
While free fallin
Shedding every speck of doubt
That We could fly again
If you understand
There’s no other choice
Believe in my voice
And open your wings