Stepping out into the great unknown. It took a lot out of you, leaving that comfort zone. Now you’re standing out in front of your suffering and the past, had it all gone bad? While you were out reaching for all the wrong things, you didn’t count on it but it just kind of darkened everything. Now you’re losing grip of that slippery rail, it’s a borrowed day.
Sorry, but that’s life. Hang tough, it’s all right. Everybody fights their fear in the dark. You’re a one-wing angel.
Wide eyes open your seeing all you can. You don’t want much, oh come on baby, you want everything. Are things to far, are things to near, has it all gone bad? So you’re the innocent bystander, you know it’s not that way. Why don’t you drink from the cup and let’s see what you can really taste? You drink up quick there’s no time to waste. It’s a borrowed day.
Sorry, but that’s life. Hang tough, it’s all right. Everybody fights their fear in the dark. You’re a one-wing angel.
It just kind of came out of nowhere, that kind of backwards feeling that was hanging in the air. When you don’t feel like being anywhere, it’s all gone bad. I walked for a while down on a sideways street. Deep down inside I felt so incomplete. I saw little sister jumping off the edge of fear, I said “hold on you baby doll” she said…
Sorry, but that’s life. Hang tough, it’s all right. Everybody fights their fear in the dark. You’re a one-wing angel