Wings - Matt Nathanson

She said, Lately, fallings been

Easy on me.

a lot like breathing used to be

And call me crazy, but I was thinking

Maybe you’d be waiting on the ground

To come and catch me

And you come around here

You open up your wings

And I’m drowning

You open up your wings

And I’m gone"

She said, Maybe you’re all the same

You say you’ll never leave

Until you’re gone again

And little pieces fall away

And I am left the fool

Clobbered and clumsy and slowly fading

And you come around here

You open up your wings

And I’m drowning

You open up your wings

And I’m gone"