Idioma Origen:
I walked the streets without regret
I stood alone and watched myself fall apart
Answered the voices in my head
Slipped through the chain link of a broken heart
And when I'm tired of feeling black
Spread the wings upon your back
Take us high above it all
Stroke your feathers 'til we fall
Back down again
But everything that's any good
I understand that I've been misunderstood
And when I'm tired of feeling black
Spread the wings upon your back
Take us high above it all
Stroke your feathers 'til we fall
Until we fall, until we fall
Back down again
What do you feel before you think?
What do you see before you blink?
Who do you battle in your dreams?
Who strokes your feathers 'til you scream?
So when I'm tired of feeling black
Spread the wings upon your back
Take us high above it all
And stroke your feathers 'til we fall
Until we fall, until we fall
Back down again
Idioma Destino:
I walked the streets without regret
I stood alone and watched myself fall apart
Answered the voices in my head
Slipped through the chain link of a broken heart
And when I'm tired of feeling black
Spread the wings upon your back
Take us high above it all
Stroke your feathers 'til we fall
Back down again
But everything that's any good
I understand that I've been misunderstood
And when I'm tired of feeling black
Spread the wings upon your back
Take us high above it all
Stroke your feathers 'til we fall
Until we fall, until we fall
Back down again
What do you feel before you think?
What do you see before you blink?
Who do you battle in your dreams?
Who strokes your feathers 'til you scream?
So when I'm tired of feeling black
Spread the wings upon your back
Take us high above it all
And stroke your feathers 'til we fall
Until we fall, until we fall
Back down again