From here on in,in this faceless crowd.
Like flashes of lightning,can't catch a sound.
In my touch-and-go profession,
in my a-picture-speaks-a-thousand-word.
They say the sky's the limit,
they say it's a big,big world.
I can comprehend its size.
But,I can't leave you behind.
I can't let go of what's in front of me.
Of blood,skin deep and my dreams.
Where I'm at,I'm bursting at the seams.
Another aeroplane, another time,another scene.
The figures increases.
Yet my heart's bearing the weakness.
Do I give up this live of pretense, luxury and security?
Do I give it all up for passion,the stage and a struggle of an artiste?
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
From here on in,in this faceless crowd.
Like flashes of lightning,can't catch a sound.
In my touch-and-go profession,
in my a-picture-speaks-a-thousand-word.
They say the sky's the limit,
they say it's a big,big world.
I can comprehend its size.
But,I can't leave you behind.
I can't let go of what's in front of me.
Of blood,skin deep and my dreams.
Where I'm at,I'm bursting at the seams.
Another aeroplane, another time,another scene.
The figures increases.
Yet my heart's bearing the weakness.
Do I give up this live of pretense, luxury and security?
Do I give it all up for passion,the stage and a struggle of an artiste?
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