Standing on the edge of the rock
Feeling the cool sea air on my cheeks
Wasted like hell I sit down at the farthest piont I can find
And I fly on to the sea that I saw before
The feeling of freedom and wings in one
Is so good that I can't touch the ground
But suddenly I wake up and i'm just at home listening to music
And every little cruel detail returns to its old self
I wish I could stay forever in the harmony I can find
I wish I could make people understand what is up
But offcourse this is impossible
But some of them get close to what I say
Thank you