- cifra
Oh, flowers
Growing in the silence of the night
Alright
I'm suffering but living
Waiting for a phone call from home
That never comes
We still floating
On our weakness
And pretend we’re on a pedestal
We still floating
On our weakness
And pretend we’re on a pedestal
This is us
Always running
For something we don’t know
Oh, no
This is us
Turning into something
That we don’t like at all
I see skies
The blue ceiling of the world
That shows me now
That I shouldn’t fear
The speed of life
Just move it on
We still floating
On our weakness
And pretend we’re on a pedestal
We still floating
On our weakness
And pretend we’re on a pedestal
This is us
Always running
For something we don’t know
Oh, no
This is us
Turning into something
That we don’t like at all
We don’t like at all
We don’t like at all
