Excalion Wingman
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 still 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
One day
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
