And speak but don't pretend
I won't defend you anymore you see
My eyes don't need to see
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
I need to mend so far away
But you can't stay too long
It's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"