His crazy frame 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 the 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