Now we've done something wrong
And we can't go back,
The rubble on the sand and our eyes in bags,
To the sky we'll go
While looking out to sea
There's really no other place I'd like to be.

Back then we were young 
And much too naive,
In the way that we'll crave 
When we're begging to be saved.
Back then we were drowning:
We were men who dared to fly,
With our wax wings dripping
And our blood tumbling through the sky.

Sightless, we sail. We soar.
Blinded by the stars, we aim. We shoot.
We crawl in the sand, high off our socks
And feel ourselves falling and floating
Even though our wings have already fallen to the rocks.
Dazed and delirious we will trudge across the shore,
Steps weary and dragging yet scarily sure.

Now we've done something wrong
And we can't go back,
The rubble on the sand and our eyes in bags,
To the sky we'll go
While looking out to sea
There's really no other place I'd like to be.