Barclay James Harvest - Paper Wings

His crazy fame 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 a 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.