The sun starts breaking. Through the mist my tears try making, the sun starts breaking. I can’t stop aching for the night I kissed. The sun starts breaking through the mist. |
The sun starts breaking. Through the mist my tears try making, the sun starts breaking. I can’t stop aching for the night I kissed. The sun starts breaking through the mist. |
Don’t let yourself fall.
Fly! Fly
out over the wall.
Don’t let yourself fall
for resignation’s tempting call.
When hit by despair’s lie,
don’t let yourself fall.
Fly! Fly!