Sorry, nothing in this world is sorry, Nothing seems to high, 'Cause I'm ready, waiting for... Ready, waiting for the jump. Feeling fragile in my bones, Need a clean-up of my life. My headache is wishpering Wishpering that i can fly. I prepare myself to look, Without faith I look up there And I think nobody is there. Falling happily, feeling well. With a stupid smile on my face, All the voices with a grin. Here, wishper at me and I will fly! Listen: I could smile again And there is no time to cry. Something tells me: "that is good" If you want to, you must try! And I will fly! Oh! Ain't you there? Aren't you...?