I should've known before I'd chase forever Something that's not there Try so hard to see, so hard to see
Walk out on thin air, straight ahead, forward I stare Until I realize I like to believe, I like to believe
In polished fantasies
From cloud to cloud, can't fly so much
Riding high, below I see the old me Stalling, unaware Feeling it's ok, yeah it's ok
When you promise me we're gonna fly away Though I see no rainbow I choose not to hear, I choose not to hear
That maybe you're not for real
From cloud to cloud, can't fly so much The ground feels harder with every fall I should've listened when they said "Walk away now while you can" These wings will soon disappear
How long will it take until I fly high again? When all that I've got left is Strange to me, strange to me
I see you're not for real I see you're not for real
From cloud to cloud, can't fly so much The ground feels harder with every fall I should've listened when they said "Walk away now while you can" These wings will soon disappear
And all the spectrum that once was there Has turned to inkwell, color bare I should've listened when they said "Walk away now while you can" These wings will soon disappear
Fly up high, fall down and rebound
Compositores: Mateus Vinicius Zuanazzi (Mateus Zuanazzi), Rodrigo Messias, Adam Taylor, Tiago Barboza, Pedro Mendonca Mello (Pedro Mello) ECAD: Obra #20539416 Fonograma #18172814