Please restrain me
The sky is too big
But oh, how the sky is too small to be free.
This restless heart is pumping dreams through my veins
They are white, they are clouds, they never stop
Soft and slow, always coming,
Do they ever fully pass through?

Please clip these wings
There's too many cars in the city
So I crave and claw for something blue
I mean, these trees were once young too
How did they satisfy their hunger for something new?
So nourish my roots, clip these wings
Maybe I really just shouldn't be free.