Paper Wings Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

His crazy frame against the dawn 

His hungry leap and ragged fall 

A suicidal perch is now laid bare 

To searching eyes and empty stares 

A fearful silence hits the crowd 

The air hangs heavy with the sound 

Of useless wings against the morning sky 

As paper yields before their eyes 

Oh, can you see him now? 

A broken man without a dream 

Oh, can you hear him now? 

A futile laugh above the screams