It seems to be true
you try again
without giving up
you choose the place
you shoot without look
and smile
you'll feel the panic moving forward
you will not want to scream
to see that once again
you instist to try
I was able to fly
To leave unharmed of your games
putting dust into the wounds
knowing that you'll return
You kept for me
The remains of cystic pain
You insist on paying debts
that another love as left you
You refuse to accept
That you no longer want to be
The shadow of your feet
The shadow of your feet
I was able to fly
To leave unharmed of your games
putting dust into the wounds
knowing that you'll return
I was able to fly
to leave unharmed of your games
putting dust into the wounds
knowing that you'll return