Here lies the formless world we're living in Gravity is finally giving in Bad dreams appear to me as cloudy haze To lose sight of you is to disengage
High altitudes and upward we go I was never meant to lead but to follow
We are like a double shining shooting star Unheard-of things in earthly radar I could speed up and soar too high A dying star would light the sky
Sometimes I cannot help but wonder why are there no stronger winds for me to ride But to lose sight of you is to disengage Arrogance would be my last disgrace