Intro: Verse 1: Every hour is a season Every minute lasts a day So I sit here picking stitches I find comfort in decay How I long to fill my lungs Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't (Even if they weren't) I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth (Leave behind the Earth) There's no poetry in my soul, Just a list of lies I've told, And I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Verse 2: So tell me how does it feel to, Breathe air cold and clean 'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen Thought I was safe beneath the smoke, But even under cover I still choke Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't (Even if they weren't) I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth (Leave behind the Earth) There's no poetry in my soul, Just a list of lies I've told, And I don't know how much longer I can hold on. bridge: Poetry, in my soul. List of lies, that I've told... (x2) Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't (Even if they weren't) I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth (Leave behind the Earth) There's no poetry in my soul, Just a list of lies I've told, And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.