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 Can't plead my case (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 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