Oh

Oh

I know what it is to be broken and be bold

Tell you that my silver is gold

Though i'm much too old for make believe

And i know what it's like

To be hold and not be held

Funny how stomach and faith seems satisfied

'cause it's swell and swollen

You cut me shooting across the sky like a star

But no daddy told me

To never let it get too far

You see my silhouette

So you're standing scared of me

Love me

Can i dare you to seek

Pray

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

Oh my wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

Oh my wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made of plastic

My wings are made

Up

And

And

Somehow