I've got squandered clay
that I've thrown away
I've even tried in vain papier-mâchè
But hearts are made of more-
I've heard her say-
so I've just thrown it all away
I've got an angel here
inside her tears,
inside her fears through all the years
But I knew her wings were fake
when she didn't fly away from here
Perhaps her wings were made of clay
or from something else
I've thrown away
She's so beautiful,
but she's always been
too vain to use papier-mâchè
Lord, I've prayed, the things we've made
Let them help us fly away
I've tried so hard to make my heart,
and she's tried so hard to stay
Lord, I pray, for more than clay
and to please help her fly away
Lord, I've prayed, the things we've made
Let them help us be okay
Let her part with all my heart
even if it's made of clay
Let our lives be more than just
some jettisoned mâchè
Let us make it more than that
although I've thrown it all away.