A glass of beer, a county fair
Iʻm wondering what brought me here
and how am I supposed to steer the wheel
`cause I got wings no more
So I hide beneath my sheets
the world outside keeps turning
I keep staring at my feet, these restless bones
I better wake up and run
to the place I once came from
Break-up evenings, restarting days
you used to live your life in haze
and finally you realize
that you got wings no more
So you hide behind your mask
your make-up story tells me
that you have learned to skip the tests life holds for you
You better wake up and run
to the place where you come from
Iʻm sure weʻll find again our starting points
life will take a turn like flipping coins
bring the secrets and the magic back to you
We better wake up and run
to the place where we come from
beside my wings Iʻve learned to use my mind
to tell my arms to pull the strings
of the puppet that I am