Текст: Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. The Melting Point Of Wax.

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I've waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now i see so clearly
What i could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself to the wind.

There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But im willing to find out what impossible means.
A leap of faith.

Parody of an angel
Miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason
Screaming up to me
"You've flown far too high boy now you're too close to the sun,
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"

But how will I know limits from lies if i never try?

Theres no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But im willing to find out what impossible means.
Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams
Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
Nothing to me
Nothing to me

I will touch the sun or I will die trying.
Die Trying.

Fly on these secondhand wings
Willing to find out what impossible means
Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams
Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Means nothing to me
Miles above the sea