Would Wings of fire set me free? Or the unburied seeds of desire Never become a success tree? What if I burn down to hell? Would anyone help me? My broken dreams, My shrouded screams, My dreaded extremes, My clipped wings.
They won't let me live They won't let me be Where one's up in smoke And the other's charred in skin Where one dreams high And the other lays kin, Where I lie awake, With my awoken sleep, I would fight, Until they stop or I fall asleep.
Only if you were here with me would I say, "I'm so awesome!!!" And you woud understand ;)
Because I'm mad and my madness is only accepted by a few, Let's see what our lives can be, And what they can't be; Let's imagine, laugh and cry Let's run, let's walk, let's lie Because this is what makes me, me! Because this is what makes you, you!
An evening walk in the moon makes me fall in love with you all over again;
Only if you were here: for now I'm loving myself. The moon will shine with the evening breeze and make me smile everytime, Reminding me of this little wish...