Vic Anselmo The Flight
I awoke this morning
The empty room was deadly silent
Cold gets me through
I touched my back to face the truth:
Feathers slipping through my fingers
The walls are slowly closing in
I'm running out to windowsill
Into the hands of fate -
I'm flying out to run astray
Chorus:
Let the wind blow through my wings
Speed up, I'm gonna fly so high
Come rushing through the storm!
If I'm never gonna land,
Let my flight become the highest ever
Let me touch the sky
There's no location anymore
The map's erased. Can't see the earth
No destination. Empty space
I wonder: am I gonna land now?
I'm feeling low, I'm feeling high
Spreading under endless sky
Into the hands of fate,
I'm going down to reach my way
