He raised his hand for the last time she could stand

And the room was a grave that night

She left a note it said I'm not coming home

It took courage but she took flight

And what are you really holding onto

Life is a tightrope and you're burning burning burning both ends

It don't always move the way it ought to

But don't let the ground drag you around

And these old wings

Have been a long time been a long time coming

These old wings

Just gotta be good for something

Burn these strings so I can see what these old broken things

What these old wings can do

Lyrics by 小 九 哈 哈

She sold the car for 1100 bucks

And a bottle of something sweet

She caught a train and counted seven stops

And got off when she felt free

And what are you really holding onto

Life is a tightrope and you're burning burning burning both ends

It don't always move the way it ought to

But don't let the ground drag you around

And these old wings

Have been a long time been a long time coming

These old wings just gotta be good for something

Burn these strings so I can see what these old broken things

If these old wings can fly

Fly fly fly

Fly old wings high

She found herself

Where people go in gloom

For friends that are buried there

She wrote a note to God in a balloon

And watched as it disappeared

And what are you really holding onto

Life is a tightrope and you're burning burning burning both ends

You don't always move the way it ought to

But don't let the ground drag you around

And these old wings

Have been a long time been a long time coming

These old wings have just gotta be good for something

Burn these strings so I can see what these broken things

With these old wings can do

Lyrics by 小 九 哈 哈