Words of fear and pain,
Written down feelings of hurt.
In the end we come and claim,
'Our world is a lonely desert.
Written down feelings of hurt,
But left out in the open to see.
'Our world is a lonely desert
And what we need is an open sea.
But left out in the open to see,
'Cause it may not lead to good results
And what we need is an open sea,
Where we can sail away from the insults.
'Cause it may not lead we good results,
But let's pretend we have our own world,
Where we can sail away from the insults
And pretend we had wings we unfurled.
