They can't decide, are you the Sun are you the child?
Are you the ashes or the fire?
Are you the maker or design?
And will you be a will that's safe or one that's free?
A sacred want or careless need?
Something to look at not to see

But your wings will not last, the wax will not hold
And at some point you'll see all you did was get old
You're a graveyard my love, of all you could be
You are everything you want just not everything you need

And when you falter, burdened by the choice to care
Weighed by armor that you wear
How much soul is left to bear?

But your wings will not last, the wax will not hold
And at some point you'll see all you did was get old
You're a graveyard my love, of all you could be
You are everything you want just not everything you need

Then the skies will start to fall
And your shoulders aren't at all built like atlas
Then you're left to fight the urge to be callous
Burn the feeling in your mind
You will learn the hell it takes to be this kind

Will your shoulders hold the sky?
Will you dare again to fly?
So much grief just to be free
Tortured by what you can be
Tortured by what you can be

But your wings will not last, the wax will not hold
And at some point you'll see all you did was get old
You're a graveyard my love, of all you could be
You are everything you want just not everything you need
Tortured by what you can be