In the crowd The crowd spreads out Takes out its glasses ? Pulls out arrows? The fires in full They form a net They drain their cups And wait expectantly for their hero to blow up Chorus She pointed at the black cloud in the sky Said that's what happens when you're leaning to fly She said those wings are just a disguise And you cannot make me cry She pointed at the black cloud in the sky Yeah that's what happens Was it worth the wait? Is that the wall where you marked off the date? Wood, the wings Made of wax Made of water He was too dumb to accept the offer He was too smart Step on in to the leather Fire it up Pull out the feathers, one by one As he got closer to the sun Chorus She pointed at the black cloud in the sky She said with you it is no use Why do you try?