AEROPLANE

I wanna travel far without a guide
To shine as one of the city lights
When it comes to the point
As I receive
My ticket to fly
I can’t believe I’m leaving

I’m leaving
Oh Lord, yeah
I’m leaving

Stepping carefully in the corridor
Closing slowly the bathroom door
I came here to meet myself
But in the mirror there’s someone else
And I like it

I like it
Oh Lord, yeah
I’m leaving

The sun is boiling the clouds golden yellow
It helps us move faster
I’m in a hurry to see
The sun is boiling the clouds golden yellow
If we crash we crash
My dream is already coming true

I’m leaving