Podium Lyrics

Sorry, nothing in this world is sorry,
Nothing seems to high,
'cause I'm ready, waiting for...
Ready, waiting for the jump.
Feeling fragile in my bones,
Need a clean-up of my life.
My headache is wishpering
Wishpering that i can fly.

I prepare myself to look,
Without faith I look up there
And I think nobody is there.
Falling happily, feeling well.
With a stupid smile on my face,
All the voices with a grin.

Here, wishper at me and I will fly!

Listen: I could smile again
And there is no time to cry.
Something tells me: "that is good"
If you want to, you must try!

And I will fly!
Oh! Ain't you there?
Aren't you...?