In the Past ... On the Ground

now it’s time, time to fly
now it’s time, time to fly
despite crippled wings, forget your crippled wings
forget mangled hearts, forget these fragile times
black holes… past tense… blood drops for the wolves
you might look down and wonder why
we are to walk such jagged lines
look down look down and wonder why
we are to walk such jagged lines
this is a choice don’t try to fool yourself
it’s all a choice
so just for the moment i choose to stand on these two feet
they’re just lifting me away
yeah, just lifting me away
there is a reason for gaps in our thoughts
blood drops… past tense
we are the prints of what was left behind
all of us all of us
look down
look down and wonder why
we are to walk such jagged lines
this is a choice
don’t try to fool yourself
it’s all a choice
black holes… past tense… blood drops for the wolves
you might look down and wonder why
we are to walk these jagged lines
now it’s time to fly
now is the time to fly