Don't you want to touch the sun
Don't you want to fly
Don't you want to touch the sun
Don't you want to fly
Don't you want to touch the sun
Don't you want to fly
What if I'm too narrow
What if I'm too tall
What if I'm too heavy
What if I should fall
What if I'm too narrow
What if I'm too tall
What if I'm too heavy
What if I should fall
Molting in the noon day sun
Good lord this skin's so heavy
Prying and a-scratching trying to break free
To see a beauty of such pure clarity
Restless nights and ruthless kings at war to quell my panic
They drag me through the streets with kicks and screams
I feel the flames licking my wings
It's just that I don't want to cry anymore
I don't want to lie anymore
I don't want to die anymore
But it seems that's the way of things
Molting in the noon day sun
Good lord this skin's so heavy
Don't you want to touch the sun
Don't you want to fly
Don't you want to touch the sun