The World From Above
These twinking lights over our heads
give comfort to my soul... but isolate my mind.
My life has fallen into a hole
and sails away from me
discovering the unknown
And now,with this burden on my back
I fly away where all is dark
Lost my sense and sold my soul
I deny it is my fault.
No space for baggage in this trip
the stars will be the guide, there's no chance to return.
Stimulation to my core
nerves become dust
rejecting all I've done
And now,with this burden on my back
I fly away where all is dark
Lost my sense and sold my soul
I deny it is my fault.