"I'm afraid it's just a fairytale"
"No it's not I promise"
"Wouldn't it be good if it was true?")
Clocks ticking in my head
With dirty feet I walk these streets
To keep two steps ahead
To taste the clouds
Let me slip away
And fade into the crowd
And be embraced by air
I want to be water
And flow without a care
I can feel the weight of their eyes
Whispering, so softly as they sing