You say I'm so childish then, why do I feel like
I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die
You swore these mountains would never turn to cardboard
So tell me, why have these eyes become so sore?
Oh- they are are so god damn sore
When I was so young I had big wild dreams
Of mountains and airplanes and all kinds of machines
So why's it so easy to forget the magic in things?
I remember I once thought that I could have wings
Oh- wings, I could have big wild wings
I could have wings

INVIA LE CORREZIONI