We fly out far away
Fired up by our escape
In the windows only left our phantoms
Rushed by the cities light
Again, again, again we woke up
From the fall in new trails oft he bracing night
Slowly melting ice
Oh I´m trapped on the tip of a floe with those wild things we did
On fire, on fire, on fire
Forever and always we´re looking for something new
Protecting our hearts away from the cruel
But when there is beauty in our eyes
You can hear through the dark our joyous cries
Caught up by the morning light
Again, again
We drift on that tip of a floe with those wild things we did
On fire, on fire
Forever and always we´re looking for something new
Protecting our hearts away from the cruel
But when there is beauty in our eyes
You can hear through the dark our joyous cries