From the height it spins into the sky

Never again, oh since it can’t be true
Never again, oh because it can’t be true,
My wings melted with fear,
I never fly on them again
And I never find out they’re just paper,
Dragons that have been hanging over me for so many years.

Mom used to say,
That not everything can be seen from a height,
That you never find out they’re just paper,
Smiles that have been laughing with you for so many years.

Turn from the height, hide me in your palm,
Your soft palm, your warm palm.
Take me to your side, hide me in your palm,
You can return my ticket tonight,
I just want them to see me with you.

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