We walked on a thin line to the edge
Opened the bodies in our hands
In these final moments
We ask for forgiveness
We were flying to the sound
Thoughts of dying all around
We were flying
We polished the endings inn my hands
Remembering every day we spent
Wandering aimlessly
Scared of a boring dream
We were flying to the sound
Thoughts of dying all around
We were flying to the sound
Thoughts of dying all around
We were flying
Oooooooooooooo
We are the ocean
We are the source
Tied in the rope and carry us home
Home, home, home, home, home, home
We were flying to the sound
Thoughts of dying all around
We were flying to the sound
Thoughts of dying all around
We were flying