Lyrics Paper Wings - Barclay James Harvest
His
crazy
frame
against
the
dawn
His
hungry
leap
and
ragged
fall
A
suicidal
perch
is
now
laid
bare
To
searching
eyes
and
empty
stares
A
fearful
silence
hits
the
crowd
The
air
hangs
heavy
with
the
sound
Of
useless
wings
against
the
morning
sky
As
paper
yields
before
their
eyes
Oh,
can
you
see
him
now?
A
broken
man
without
a
dream
Oh,
can
you
hear
him
now?
A
futile
laugh
above
the
screams
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