Flightless

Lyrics for Flightless

Is this salvation? Looks more like the barrel of a gun When the smoke clears And all that's left is radio static No rapturous hymnals No golden words No hope in hoping Only death and decay We will walk the finest line Drawn between Heights unimagined And that which we fear We'll stand at this precipice Can we take the leap? If we could see into our own eyes Our own lives What would we do when the darkness confronts us? Would we have the strength To change, to adapt To grow?