I found a grave 
 [bad word] off the face 
Felt your light 
And I remember why I know this place 

I found a bird 
Closing her eyes 
One last time 
And I wonder if she dreamed like me 

Well, as much as it hurts, 
Ain't it wonderful to feel? 
So go on and bring your wings 
Follow your heart 
Till it bleeds 
As [bad word] towards the end of the dream 

I'm not afraid 
I push through the pain 
And I'm on fire 
I remember how to breathe again 

As much as it hurts, 
Ain't it wonderful to feel? 
So go on and bring your wings 
Follow your heart 
Till it bleeds 
As [bad word] towards the end of the dream 

Why must we fall apart to understand how to fly? 
I will find a way 
Even without wings 
Follow your heart 
Till it bleeds 
As [bad word] towards the end of the dream 

Follow your heart 
Till it bleeds 
And we've gone to the end of the dream