You change your colors every day
And then you make your getaway
And where you run, only heaven knows
You can fly above the heavens
And your wings might brush the sun
You can spiral diving downward
But the damage has been done
And you've burned another
in a crowd of weary stars
but you can't tell what they are,
their ancient hearts of gold?
You can fly above the heavens,
might brush the sun, but your skyward
You can spiral diving downward
But the dam age has been done
And you've burned another
Over and over, you beat your wings
You can fly above the heavens
But in your wings might crush the sun
You can spiral diving downward
But the dam age has been done
And you've burned another
Ooh, you can fly above the clouds
And your wings might crush the sun
But you'll find that we'll never be
Ooh, you can fly above the clouds
And your wings might crush the sun
But you burned another feather in the flame
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