I'm burned out
I'm breathing heavily
All in vain, again.
I've wasted so much time.
My lungs,
full of smoke
only one last drag --
I want to breathe freedom.
And then I take off into the night, I want to see
what's coming, I want to go
To the east or to the west -- it doesn't matter
I only feel the
stream of air, this stream of air.
I take off into the night, I only feel the
stream of air, this stream of air.
Some warm tar
and desolation.
I'm floating through the streets
I want to waste time
Just me and two
tires that
would carry me quietly.
Oh, I want to breathe freedom
And then I take off into the night, I want to see
what's coming, I want to go
To the east or to the west -- it doesn't matter
I only feel the
stream of air, this stream of air.
I take off into the night, I only feel the
stream of air, this stream of air.
And then I take off into the night, I want to see
what's coming, I want to go
To the east or to the west -- it doesn't matter
I only feel the
stream of air, this stream of air.
I take off into the night, I only feel the
stream of air, this stream of air.