Texty: Race The Sun. To Icarus With All Sincerity.

Someone tell me why
Would an angel
Pull the feathers from her wings
Pluck the feathers from her wings
Did she soar too high
Lost all control
When altitude she strives more
It's passing youth she's dying for
She'd sever every helping hand
Says I'm too strong to take this threat
I've buried myself in past failures

Never again my angel
Never again will wounds be left opened
Never again my angel
Never again will you fall from Heaven

So run away
You're good at that
Heart wrapped in thorns
So reclusive
And stow away to places that bear no name
And I swear they'll never find you

Independent
Walk casual
A veil disguising your appeal
A veil depriving all who's real
Once it is shed
Air becomes thin
You suffocate then you
Collapse
Grasping all you thought you had

She'd sever every helping hand
Says I'm too strong to take this threat
I've buried myself in past failures

Never again my angel
Never again will wounds be left opened

Never again my angel
Never again will you fall from Heaven

So run away
You're good at that
Heart wrapped in thorns
So reclusive
And stow away to places that bear no name
And I swear they'll never find you

(Eear star, come down
Be healed
You're broken)

Never again my angel
Never again will wounds be left opened
Never again my angel
Never again will you fall from Heaven

So run away
You're good at that
Heart wrapped in thorns
So reclusive
And stow away to places that bear no name
And I swear they'll never find you

So run away
You're good at that
Heart wrapped in thorns
So reclusive
And stow away to places that bear no name
And I swear they'll never find you