A Final Flight

«Why are simple concepts so profound?
Because we forget’em»
I tell myself everyday is another chance to grow up
To write old messages again to pour out
Something’s different
Doesn’t feel the same
For sure oh this time
We play innocent it’s only just pretend
For show always lies
Text me when you land
Or tell me if you’re on my cloud yet?
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh
So tell me are you on my cloud yet
If there’s a life after this one
Would you want us to meet again?
Try and go for a change of things permanent
Away from this present