A little angel born without her wings
She thinks the stars are just held up by strings
He gave you pills for the trouble in your head
Some things are better left unsaid

Cut through the sky it still looks overcast
No edits when you're rewriting the past
Maybe the rain will come and wash us clean
Some things are better left unseen

You chase the moon and I'll follow the sun
An empty chamber, a loose cannon
"I hope you find your destination."
That was all she said

You chase the moon and I'll follow the sun
An empty chamber a loose cannon
Like target practice with a machine gun
I'll go where I am led