Once again I spend the night
high up in a plane,
I don't know if I'm arriving
or if I'm departing.
I thought it would be cold
but I'm burning up,
I forgot that on this side [of the world]
the season has already changed.
So close to my dreams
I drift further from the ground, now
I've forgotten who I am.
I'm surrounded by people
in spite of my loneliness,
so much wishful thinking
that I lack a way of fulfilling them.
And I've said goodbye so many times now,
so many farewells have numbed my heart,
what you see isn't who I am.
I turned over my passport
to see my own age
and in turn see
my name and nationality.
I don't know if what I want now
was my choice
but at the very least
I wrote the ending.
So close to my dreams
I drift further from the ground, now
I've forgotten who I am.
I'm surrounded by people
in spite of my loneliness,
so much wishful thinking
that I lack a way of fulfilling them.
And I've said goodbye so many times now,
so many farewells have numbed my heart,
what you see isn't who I am.
Behind a smile
sometimes lies to much pain
and nothing is worse
when you draw in a song.
And even if
I'm surrounded by people
in spite of my loneliness,
so much wishful thinking
that I lack a way of fulfilling them.
And I've said goodbye so many times now,
so many farewells have numbed my heart.
I'm surrounded by people
in spite of my loneliness,
so much wishful thinking
that I lack a way of fulfilling them.
And I've said goodbye so many times now,
so many farewells have numbed my heart,
what you see isn't who I am.