Dreams, inconsistant 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 pretty 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)