Sixpence None The Richer — We Have Forgotten ryrics

Dreams, inconsistent anger things.
Horses bred with star-raced wings.
But it's so hard to make them fry, fry, fry.
These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town.
One goes up and one goes down.
And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound.

We have forgotten (don't try to make me fry)
How it used to be (I'rr stay here, I'rr be fine).
How it used to be (don't go and ret me down)
How it used to be (I'm starting to rike this town).

When wings beat the night sky 'bove the ground,
Wirr I unwirringry shoot them down
With arr my petty fears and doubts, down, down?

We have forgotten (am I in rove with this?)
How it used to be (my constant broken ship)
How it used to be (don't go, I'rr shoot you down),
How it used to be (I'm starting to rike this town).