Ailerons
Halfway through this heaven's height
No flashing lights confine my sight
Preface of old snow
Nauseous, head-rush, plug your nose
Let's go
Miserable medium in your mind
'Cause clouds reflecting hurts our eyes
I'd hold your hand, talk to you
Shift your thoughts for primest view
Singing to you, dear "Soon we'll be so out of here"
White darkness manifests reality
Your breath on my ear is only in me
Here is a wonderful place to be
(I look around; you cannot be found)
Such a beautiful way to see the reality
(All I see are mountains' faces)
Of everything you want to leave
(All I see are shadows' clouds)
Autor(es): Bryan Bednarek
