i talk too much i always do til sense is lost along with truth your silence is the harmony to every word i truly mean oh your mind is like a rare bird flying high above the cold world slow dancing in the thermals singing songs no one s ever heard so why d i want to cage you clip wings and try to tame you you were meant to be free through state of fugue and breach of trust i see you new again my love you hold so much so gracefully from miracle to tragedy some shine brighter than the sun too brilliant to gaze upon rarer than rhodium hear me wherever you are tonight you better be flying high yeah you better be flying high so why d i want to cage you clip wings and try to tame you you were meant to be free you were meant to be free