When it strikes you feel no pain
I’m just satisfied trying to recreate
When we laughed last
I hold the sign
Them wooden boards of neaon paint read,
«Happy not the fastest»
Gotta walk with it
Half alien half angel
Flying with one wing
Or maybe
A stranger with his face to the sky
Every plane that draws a white line is a confirmation
Every seed grows its own vines
It cannot stand still
Face to the sky
Forget our whole selves later
Face to the sky
When it strikes you feel no pain
I’m just satisfied trying to recreate
When we laughed last
I hold the sign
Them wooden boards of neaon paint read,
«Happy not the fastest»
Gotta walk with it