The road we are walking are ugly
do you see the sky?

it\'s pink as your shirt
when you see it, don\'t you wanna fly?

I want to
can\'t you fly with me?

my wings are not carring me up
you have to help me, you see

when you talking about the houses
I don\'t see them at all

I\'m just thinking about how you\'re going to say goodbye to me
hopefully you\'re gonna kiss me in my hall

when you ask me if I listen
I smile and say of course

you are smiling back and your hand searches to mine
and I feel no remorse