Heard you learned fly already   I wanted you here for a while   But you're not made of stone   You're made out of honey   And you can't be consumed by my life      It's raining here   What is it like in the city?   I dreamt of you last night   You seem so lonely    But you are a bird in the sky   And you can't be beaten by this life      Is it hard to be an angel on the ground?   It must be hard to be an angel on the ground    But all the pain and beauty   Will some day let your body free, finally, finally.