The swings inside my chest Are beating out of time I’m failing every test In this fractured frame of mine I measure years in chalk That splits me clean in two I’ve lost the strength to talk Between the old and new If only my wings were wider If only my body was lighter If only the ceiling would break in the night To free me forever from gravity's height I’d let the world drift away Into a silver blue Where shadows cannot stay And I am something new These fresh and hollow scars Embroidered, sharp and still Like cold and distant stars That bend me to their will My nerves are pulled like strings To sing of hidden stains A toxic bell that rings And floods through all my veins If only my wings were wider If only my body was lighter If only the ceiling would break in the night To free me forever from gravity's height I’d let the world drift away Into a silver blue Where shadows cannot stay And I am something new I brew myself a storm In watercolor gray The world has lost its form And skies have turned away I wake in silver silence Where bitter weather grows The only cure for violence Is gunpowder and snow If only I had wings To leave the world behind If only I had strings To pull me out of skin If only... IF ONLY...
