Dreams, inconsistent angel things   Horses bred with star-laced wings   But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly   These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town   One goes up and one goes down   And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound      We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly)   How it used to be (I'll stay here, I'll be fine)   How it used to be (don't go and let me down)   How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town)      When wings beat the night sky 'bove the ground   Will I unwillingly shoot them down   With all my petty fears and doubts, down, down?      We have forgotten (am I in love with this?)   How it used to be (my constant broken ship)   How it used to be (don't go, I'll shoot you down)   How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town)