were just superlative When I was blind, you came and opened up my eyes Now I feel I can believe in anything You taught me how to fly on broken wings
: These broken wings can take me no further, I'm lost, and out at sea, I thought these wings would hold me forever, And on to eternity, And far away
: I pass through the nations dream, this time I realize those hollow and distant scenes. They try to take apart my mind. I'm all shooken up Past residue
have to fly two broken hearts.... across the sky... On Broken Wings I guess that's how you'll have to fly two broken hearts.... across the sky... On Broken Wings
shifts. The storm hits pulls on damaged wings. Our pulse skips as we secure laced fingers. Praying the tighter we grip will save us from these broken wings
: I turned my eyes away from you. but when I looked back your smile was still there, resting on broken wings. I'll carry you and the weight of your sins
these broken wings And learn to fly again, learn to live so free When we hear the voices sing The book of love will open up and let us in Take these broken wings
with you In a carriage bought by blood The clouds were singing songs of fear and loss And they cut me down to size And they cut me down to size Broken wings
you hear me?) I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone
In my opinion seeing is to know The things we hold Are always first to go And who's to say, we won't end up alone On broken wings I'm falling And it
I can feel it again, The touch as my angel is mending my wings One time so I can feel it again Mending my broken wings Changes, the meadow green to
the golden sunset Across the borderline Stands a cross A simple sign There the fires of evening Reveal so many things But who can mend broken wings?
in on a secret of mine Me and you are different girl We dont even need wings to fly We dont need wings to fly Me and you... we dont need wings to fly
Something different Something new When all I do is think of you Starring at an empty wall Cluttered with pictures of you so beautiful I'll swallow one
it's quiet when we're mutes. the acts of an optimist, but some of us may never see the world. i hope the next time you slit yours wrists it's not for
Drill in your face, wasted life What that means to me Sectioning your thoughts Could you show me sometime With all my words You could not paralyze This
the sound of a primate. the offensive of attempting to create illusions with goals of appearing larger to an enemy. but can you dance like indrid cold
