Got my head in the clouds,
while I'm fading out.
Iâm weightless but heavy,
drowning the sound.
I stopped feeling down,
but itâs so hard to tell,
Am I breaking free
or stuck in this shell?
Is there anyone who sees me flying
Why was there noone, who saw me dying?
Why does everyone tell me to keep trying?
And how will I know, that they're not lying?
Oh, why's it so hard to fly high?
Whyâs it so dark, when I reach for the sky?
Got my head in the clouds, Iâm not looking down
Iâm not falling back, Iâm here, Iâm now
Maybe Iâm a dreamer,
high above ground
Maybe Iâm the storm,
lost and found
Maybe Iâm just broken,
maybe Iâm whole
But this sky and this fall,
itâs all I know