When people saw him,
He was perfect
And lived the life others dreamed of
He had a charming family,
A business doing more than well,
A loving wife
But the truth is,
He was drained
And only thought about running away
And yet, every single day,
He wore his smiling mask,
Like a façade
[Chorus]
The image of ourselves that we show
Is not always the right one
Flying, the larks are flying
Even the most beautiful feathers
Can feel like a cage
She was distant,
A little arrogant
People thought she was snobbish and condescending
Never mingling with others,
Her gaze flying above the rest of them,
Cold and inconsiderate
But her self-importance
Was nothing more than her defence
And a way to keep up appearances,
For this timid girl
Had always, in vain, wanted to find
Strong friendships
[Chorus]
People often said
That he was likeable
And had the soul of someone who enjoyed life,
A man without torments
Who let himself be carried by the wind,
A Roger GoodTime
But when he drank,
It was that deep inside of me
Was hiding an uneasiness, a drag
And his friendly ways,
And his party-goer façade,
Were nothing more than barricades
[Chorus]
Flying, the larks are flying
The image of ourselves that we show
Is not always the right one
Flying, the larks are flying
Even the most beautiful feathers
Can feel like a cage
Flying, the larks are flying
When they are tired,
The fall down like rocks