People say I'm doing fine
Indoor job and drinking wine
But is this all there is to life

Paying bills and killing time?

I'm written down on paper

Black and white figures on a sheet
Trapped in columns on the pages
These broken wings can't stretch to beat


I'm walking the thin grey line
But this narrow road won't talk to me

I'm walking the thin grey line
But this beaten path won't speak to me


In the mirror looking good
Doing what they said I should
In the mirror looking fine

I walk along this thin grey line

Do I exist to spend my time

Walking along this thin grey line?
The world has gone completely mad
?Pop a pill don't feel so bad?


I'm passing people standing in their lines
Broken wings and feet of lead

Would they even notice
If I chose to walk away instead?


Fallen angel