Will [bad word] a time
When we won't have to worry
Every single day

And is it a crime 
To live inside every emotion
In a single breath

So flock of hearts 
Beating their wings
through the blood red sky
to the clouds where they dine with the king

You're way out of line 
Asleep at the wheel of fortune
On your lucky day

In a palace of sound
I was trapped in a man's body
With a child's mind

So flock of hearts 
Beating their wings
Through the blood red sky 
To the clouds where they dine with the king