Clip Paper Wings - The Color Morale

Floating on like a plastic bag without a home

Pages folded became paper planes that we could fly

We’ve clipped every wing we used to fly

Your wings might be broken but it’s not too late

You hide your emotions so you can escape

You can’t be afraid to make mistakes

And you can’t fake perfection

Broken compass still moving forward

A constant north, the one I’ll never know

Like everything I gravitate to what ends up killing me

We’re separated by a hell of a lot more than the sky

Your wings might be broken but it’s not too late

You hide your emotions so you can escape

You can’t be afraid to make mistakes

And you can’t fake perfection

It’s not what you’ve done

But what you’ll choose to do

It’s not what you’ve done

But what you’ll choose to do

Your wings might be broken but it’s not too late

You hide your emotions so you can escape

You can’t be afraid to make mistakes

And you can’t fake perfection