Away, away

How can we function if we don't feel a thing how can we fly with a broken wing She's tired of asking what goes through his head He's tired of waiting to take her to bed He says he’s enchanted but he's not sure he's been lonely so long there might not be a cure. Now darkness is painting this planet all grey His spark is fading, melting away Well time is a thief and some get a rough deal but with light comes belief that our hearts can heal.