ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
a wish for an exit,
a hope to forget this.
i tell myself i'm okay,
i say there's another way,
but deep down i know,

my wings are clipped,
my wings are clipped,
some angels don't make their way back home.
my wings are clipped,
my wings are clipped,
there's always something
going wrong.

my conscience is dull,
my lungs are full,
and i'm breathing in the death,
the death of you.
i tried to save you
but i couldn't.

my wings are clipped,
my wings are clipped.
some angels don't make their way back home.
my wings are clipped,
my wings are clipped,
there's always something
going wrong.