How high would I have to fly To lose sight of you, so far away?
If I turn my eyes away, I might feel better. But I want to always be looking at you from somewhere. ...
Because there's no way I could forget you.
At my wits' end, I simply keep staring up at the sky.
It's almost as if I were like a small bird inside a cage,
Searching for the window, aimlessly wandering around