The Living Tombstone - Fly Home (Visualizer)

Описание: Animation by Coda

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Lyrics:

Pack a bag, hop in a car, another day another destination
Fly somewhere far, gotta start fresh in a new location
Seems somewhat bizarre, living life without a sovereign nation
Said make me a star, this is what you gotta do

In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home

Go to sleep somewhere new, seven hours on a red eye flight to
Meet someone who is supposed to give me all the answers
Learn something true, another hundred thousand miles I flew
I’m just passing through, and it’s all I ever do, I’m

In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home I'm gone, alone on top of the world
They say there’s nothing wrong, success is a wonderful whirl-
wind but I’m lost at sea, it’s a prison being free
It won’t be long, you’ll see

Only til the birds fly home
I’ll just be a voice over the phone
Destinations all unknown
Only til the birds fly home

Used to live simple life, in single nondescript location
Stress, fam’ly strife, sick and tired of the aggravation
So, wrote my songs, try to make it big in my vocation
I’d prove them wrong, and did what I had to do

In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home I’m gone, alone on top of the world
They say there’s nothing wrong, success is a wonderful whirl-
wind but I’m lost at sea, it’s a prison being free
It won’t be long, you’ll see

Til the birds fly home
Til the birds fly home
…
Fly home