A Beautiful Syndrome

This voice I hear
That keep whispers in my ears
And that's why I leave
I've been chasing it for years

I, can, stay
I just want to do it on my own
Flying away
I don't want a beautiful syndrome

Sun is shining
Clouds have a silver lightning
All is coming, free fall
Life is a beautiful storm

I, can, stay
I just want to do it on my own
Flying away
I don't want a beautiful syndrome

Once you walk on a thousand lands
Soft in this dream
Some things came to never end

Once you walk on a thousand lands
Soft in this dream
Some things came to never end

Once you walk on a thousand lands
Soft in this dream
Some things came to never end

I, can, stay
I just want to do it on my own
Flying away
I don't want a beautiful syndrome