Fiction Plane - If Only Lyrics
The old man’s been stealingShe’s holding her grievance for a hundred-odd yearsWe all keep believingThat history repeats itself year after yearAll I fear’s that the future is worseWe have to give in to the hundred-year curseSweat in the sun like we’re digging a graveDig deep enough and our fortune we’ll save'If only, if only,' the woodpecker sighsThe bark on the trees was as soft as the skiesAs the wolf waits below, hungry and lonelyHe cries to the mo-oo-n, 'If only, if only'Chasing the sky, a beautiful lifeYou'll make mistakes and it’s my back that breaksAnd forever my past steals my lifeTo submission I’m beatBut there’s hope beneath these feetBlisters and blood and the sun makes you blindDon’t let it eat, ‘til it can’t help but be kind‘Cause you know what’s important with your back to the wallYou can break metal chains and your friends don’t let you fallI’m a soul, but I find myself bentAnd that is no use when I’m fighting my historyFighting my historyI am no plane, I’m more like a featherThat is no use when I’m fighting my historyFighting my historyI am no plane, I’m more like a featherBut I can’t fly away without finding myself
