Normally I don't get jealous
but birds are so lucky to fly
i have to walk on the hollow ground

they're up in the sky

you see, money can get you

some things
freedom is the key to life


i want to be up in the sky
even if i am mortified
imagine the view from these eyes

darkness in light

if i told you that i

would be your friend
would you hold my hand
when things got bad

i want to fly
i want to be up in the sky


People are scary sometimes
they make it so hard not to cry
maybe you'll learn someday

life doesn't go accordingly

normally i don't get confused

but there's so many paths
and exits to choose
birds they get to fly

in one city up in the sky

if i told you that you'd never die

or at least stay young
while you're alive
would you take a chance

forget your other plans

some things are said to me

some things go through my head
others go through one of my ears
only to come out the other instead x2


i want to go back
when i couldn't speak

when words didn't hurt
hearts didn't bleed


you'd walk and you'd feel
what you couldn't say
in the chilly

skies of grey

normally i don't get jealous

but birds are so lucky to fly
i have to walk on this hollow ground
they're all up in the sky


in the sky above me
i want to fly away

where all the birds they go

where freedom flies

where there's
no such thing as time