dreams inconsistent angel things
horses bred with star laced wings
but it's so hard to make them fly fly fly
these wings beat the night sky 'bove the town
one goes up and one goes down
and so the chariot hits the ground bound bound
we have forgotten don't try to make me fly
how it used to be i'll stay here i'll be fine
how it used to be don't go and let me down
how it used to be i'm starting to like this town
when wings beat the night sky 'bove the ground
will i unwillingly shoot them down
with all my petty fears and doubts down down
we have forgotten am i in love with this
how it used to be my constant broken ship
how it used to be don't go i'll shoot you down
how it used to be i'm starting to like this town