The world is your oyster and it’s heavy as hell
The weight of the world will drag anyone down
Cry me a river, wish on satellites
But do not go off gently into that good night
Birds of a feather, we all flock together
I’ve got your back we’ll fight hell for leather
It’s stranger than fiction we’ve forgotten our youth
We can’t touch the memories, taste forbidden fruit
You’re flying too close to the sun and I wonder
If I was the wind in your wings or the thunder
Could I light up your life, make it all worth the fight?
This helplessness makes my broken heart cry
Could I lay you to rest on the soft mossy ground?
But you don’t want to hear it and your thoughts are too loud
The songs are your temple and you’re lost in the sound
No not even heaven can help save you now