Paper Wings

Barclay James Harvest - Paper Wings



His crazy fame against the dawn

His hungry leap and ragged fall

A suicidal perch is now laid bare

To searching eyes and empty stares.



A fearful silence hits the crowd

The air hangs heavy with the sound

Of useless wings against a morning sky

As paper yields before their eyes.



Oh can you see him now

A broken man without a dream

Oh can you hear him now

A futile laugh above the screams.