Birds
can't jump, can't fly, 'cause i'm tethered 
chained to the ground my soul feels weathered 
is it better, that i can't grow feathers 
i'm looking to the birds and i'm writing down this letter 
i'm fettered to limits of my sinful flesh and bones 
the key to my restraints are revealed in what i know 
if i just turn around and admit it to myself 
that i need a savior now, i'll be lifted from this hell 

*i wanna fly, i wanna fly, i wanna fly 
can you lift me off the ground? 

i wanna fly, i wanna fly, i wanna fly 
please save me, save me now 

why am i still here, no i haven't moved 
even though it's obvious the solution is through you 
if i'm honest to my unreserved thoughts 
then i'll notice that everything i've got 
is a product of blessing from the Father 
overflowing my cup with living water 
so that i will never thirst again 
for the things of the flesh once alive are now dead 
but it's just knowledge 
void from application, or any kind of solid 
proof, that my concern is aloof so 
i look too the sky begging you for more truth 
but it's just knowledge 
void from application, or any kind of solid 
proof, that my concern is aloof so 
i look too the sky begging you for more truth


*i wanna fly, i wanna fly, i wanna fly 
can you lift me off the ground? 

i wanna fly, i wanna fly, i wanna fly 
please save me, save me now