Elecktra Podium
sorry, nothing in this world, sorry,
nothing seems too high,
cause i'm ready, waiting for...
ready, waiting for the jump.
feeling fragile in my bones,
need a clean-up of my life.
my headache is whispering,
whispering that i can fly.
i prepare myself to look,
without faith i look up there
and i think nobody is there.
falling happily, feeling well.
with a stupid smile on my face,
all the voices with a grin.
here, whisper on me and i will fly!
listen: i could smile again
and there is no time to cry.
something tells me: "that is good,
if you want to, you must try!"
...and i will fly!
oh! ain't you there?
aren't you... ?
