Thinking of the past
When we were flying in the sky
Ending up as fast
As it started to pull us high
Calling on the phone
There is nothing to talk about
Feeling so alone
We insist on a new tryout
Changing all the things
We dislike is now far too late
Folding back the wings
Paves the road to accept our fate
We can drive us insane
But we're crying in vain
We can drive us insane
But we're staying in pain