Flying high above the ocean,

and leaving a memory.

Finding myself back in the creation of life.

What did you leave for me?

What did you left behind for me?

Going back in sins,

and all the things I blame.



When will I grow up again,

leaving the sickness.

Who would heal the children if they could?

Pretend blaming things we do?

Taking us in every weakness.

Slowly hiding the mind.

The mind will never show himself.

Could we go home tonight?

Or will we never come by .



We don't need fake emotions,

we don't need to loose control.

Don't need to be locked up in a room,

just need some time alone.

Going back in sins,

and all the things you blame.



I don't need no arms to touch me.

And I don't need anybody to calm me.

I write my song upon the wall.

I don't think I'll need anything at all.

I'll just go back in sins,

and all the things I blame.



© Tangarine