Every hour is a season
Every minute lasts a day
So I sit here picking stitches
I find comfort in decay
How I long to fill my lungs

So tell me how does it feel to,
Breathe air cold and clean
´Cause I´ve been living on my knees since I was seventeen
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
But even under cover I still choke

Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren´t
(Even if they weren´t)
I´ve not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
(Leave behind the Earth)
There´s no poetry in my soul,
(Poetry, in my soul)
Just a list of lies I´ve told,
(There´s just lies, that I´ve told)
And I don´t know how much longer I can hold on.

Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren´t
(Even if they werent)
I´ve not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
(Leave behind the Earth)
There´s no poetry in my soul,
Just a list of lies I´ve told
And I don´t know how much longer I can hold on

My wings were clipped but even if they weren´t
I´ve not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
There´s no poetry in my soul
Just a list of lies I´ve told
And I don´t know how much longer I can hold...