Phillip Long - Problematic Soul Lyrics

I'm so sorry for being a fiasco
I've got a problematic soul
You should know

Your son is not prodigal
Just a bastard in the world
You should know

I was happier when I was a kid
But now I'm a sad sad man who wants to being born again
Why don't you give me your wings?

Could you lend me your wings?
Could you lend me your wings?

Won't you lend me your wings?
Won't you lend me your wings?
Won't you lend me your wings?
Won't you lend me your wings?

I'm so tired
I'm so tired
I'm so tired
I'm so

I'm so tired of the dark