كلمات Clip Paper Wings

Floating on like a plastic bag without a home Pages folded became paper planes that we could fly We’ve clipped every wing we used to fly Your wings might be broken but it’s not too late You hide your emotions so you can escape You can't be afraid to make mistakes And you can’t fake perfection Broken compass still moving forward A constant north, the one I’ll never know Like everything I gravitate to what ends up killing me We’re separated by a hell of a lot more than the sky Your wings might be broken but it’s not too late You hide your emotions so you can escape You can't be afraid to make mistakes And you can’t fake perfection It’s not what you’ve done But what you’ll choose to do It’s not what you’ve done But what you’ll choose to do Your wings might be broken but it’s not too late You hide your emotions so you can escape You can't be afraid to make mistakes And you can’t fake perfection