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