According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to geht its fat lillte body off the ground. The bee, of cause, flies anyway. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
I shot for the sky. I'm stuck on the ground. So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down. I thought I could fly, so why did I drown? Never know why it's coming down, down, down.
Since you left my life and me I can't laugh and can not see how the world is turning around. I am lonely on the ground... The ground of my life. I need you!
Plop! One falls to the ground. Plop! Followed by another. Somethings trickles down my cheek. Tears. Each one in a single fine line falling down from my crying eyes. Plop! Each one hits the ground creating little puddles of sadness. Plop!
Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going in the other direction.
What happens when all your dreams are lying on the ground? Do you pick up the pieces all around? And if the world should fall apart, hold on to what you know. Take your chances turn around and go!
Like a kit will never forget how to fly, like this kit will stay colorful though it's grounded that's how I'll never forget you that's how our love will stay beautiful even though we fall from the sky. And nobody will ever be able to steal the memory of our flight.
Someone once said, go too far from home and you will lose your roots Kill too many people and you will forget yourself If you die in battle, your life will sink into the ground like rain and vanish without a trace If at that time you fall in love with someone hope will blossom again from the earth and embrace life with passion
Now in a world where innocence is pretty clear It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid No one reaches out a hand for you to hold When you lost outside look inside to your soul
I'm standing on the bridge I'm waiting in the dark I thought that you'd be here by now There's nothing but the rain No footsteps on the ground I'm listening, but there's no sound
