Fraught with all kinds of bad news
Stuck in these shoes, stock still willin' to fly away
Even the sound of my own voice goes against the grain
Except if I sing 'cause it rings around
All the wrong in my brain
All of you let me down
Deep at the core
Is a knocking that wasn't bargained for
A beating of wings, the struggle before the release
Hitting against the plate glass sliding window
Skewing the sense of direction right out of one's head
All of you let me down
Pull at the thread that unravels the weaving
The strands of our being stretching over the time
And with the revealing comes the resolution
Skimming over the emotion
To take to the air