To fly away is a lonely way to attain my freedom,
My heart doth slip from hand to hip,
It's drum slowly rises,
My eyes are red and shoes are lead,
without a purpose,
I am not,
My only wish,
is for a waking kiss,
be it reaper, angle or prince,
My life it seems,
hath been a dream,
no magic woe or love,
My endless ocean of not,
is storming me off,
to my very own island of lone,
Oh, wish me away to another day,
if only to be in motion