take your wings outside, you can`t fly in here.
besides, a purple sky is better soaring for you my angel.
you`re angel, you little devil.
as for me i`ll stay inside i`ll be just fine and i`ll watch from the window.
cannot categorize the nature of this sickness.
a miracle that you`re alive, stuck to the roof of my mouth with a staple.
remember last april when we saw u.s. maple?
somehow the singer showed the fireside exactly how i feel.
and we say goodbye and go underground, or up towards the sky
up in smoke burnt down to size.
at least we`re still friends, at least we`re still alive
take your wings outside, no use for them in here.
bad luck to open inside, work like umbrellas, like a broken mirror.
it`s getting clearer, the end is closer than ever before
and you`ll want nothing more
when your head hits the floor and you`re lost in the darkness
and we say goodbye and go underground, or up towards the sky
up in smoke burnt down to size.
at least we`re still friends, at least we`re still alive
and we say goodbye and go underground, or up towards the sky
up in smoke burnt down to size.
at least we`re still friends, at least we`re still alive