Thrice - Melting point of wax

^EmI've waited for this moment ^Call my life and more, ^EmAnd now i see so clearly what I c^Could not see before. ^EmThe time is now or never and this c^Chance won't come again, ^EmThrow caution and myself into the w^Cind. ^D

There's no promise of s^Emafety with these second hand w^Cings Am C (D) But im willing to find out what impossible means. A leap of f^Emaith.

^EmParody of an angel m^Ciles above the sea. ^EmI hear the voice of reason sc^Creaming up to ^Dme. ^Em"You've flown far too high boy now you^C're too close to the sun, ^EmSoon your makeshift wings will come u^Cndone". ^DBut how will ^EmI know l^Cimits from lies ^Dif i ^Emnever t^Cry? ^D

There's no promise of s^Emafety with these second hand w^Cings Am C (D) But im willing to find out what impossible means. Climb to the h^Emeavens on feathers and d^Creams 'Cause the m^Amelting point of wax means nothing to ^Cme. ^CNothing to me. ^CNothing to me.

^CI will touch the sun or I will ^Emdie tryi^Cng. ^AmDie Tryi^Cng.

^CMeans nothing to me, ^CMiles above the sea.