Clip my wings before I fly Clip my wings so I can die Pressed against the dirt You can't feel my hurt Watch your shadow paint the sky As I follow in my mind Forever falling short Too many thoughts to sort Flat on my face I can't keep pace But someday I'll be on top High above you all In spite of my history, this is me I've got no farther left to fall Shoot me down, I'm in my prime Shoot me down, you've done no crime It's all a pecking order That we all must shoulder Watch your shadow fill a space In spite of all that falls from grace The circle's spinning The new's beginning Flat on my face And I still need my space But someday I'll be on top High above you all In spite of my history, this is me I've got no farther left to fall