What?

Does it tear you apart? Does it rend you limb from limb?
Does it make you wonder what it's like not to lose, but to win?

Does it tear you apart? Does it rend you limb from limb?
Does it make you wonder what it's like not to lose, but to win?

And you go, and you cry
And you scream at the top of your lungs
The top of your lungs

And you run, and you leap
And you hold your arms out, trying to fly
Trying to fly

Forever still, and unbending and unbreaking
You are the figurehead; your life the waves
Forever caught in the wind and the sleet and the rain
You will stay the course, 'til the break of day

And you go, and you cry
And you scream at the top of your lungs
The top of your lungs

And you run, and you leap
And you hold your arms out, trying to fly
Trying to fly