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 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, 
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...