Away from the town,
Away from the cops,
From the liars, away from the boss.
The road is to fly,
The road is unknown.
The fate is a wild mate when you walk alone.
And your mind
Led away
By a river that flows
Makes you stumble and run into a wall.
Falling down, you blame all the time passed in vain and then left behind.
Your wings are so weak, baby how can you fly?
It's too late, for asking you why.
But you brave the fire, the wild storm you face.
You come out with a smile, just riding a wave.
And I see that your rags you picked up on that day are the mightiest wings ever made.
I can see your power, deep in your eyes.
Give me the nerve and teach me how to fly.
And the time is a lie, playin' with our madness and then flying away.
And the sky is to fly, to leave all the weights that keep us from being free inside.
Laying on the floor and painting the night and the moonlight so sallow and shy sheds light on the way.
The walk has begun, the fear of the darkness will not overcome.
And the sound of your voice is a guide to the place where every story is a fairy tale.
The wicked witch went crazy with rage.
The fairy has your wings and she's flying away.
And the time is a lie, playin' with our madness and then flying away.
And the sky is to fly, to leave all the weights that keep us from being free inside