Lyrics

I made a choise to turn left Bounced back to the right I used to be in the middel of a bubbel Now my objective's in sight Pre-chorus Study here, make money there Relax by compulsion I'm writing a book these days It's called my agenda, I'm afraid Yes I'm flying like my kite does With dips and twirls, I'm dancing slow The wind pushes And I will circle in my own happyness I shift, dance, fly where the wind blows I struggle and I try to keep my kite up high I shake, vibrate in the sparkling sunlight I like the windy days They bring me out of bounds It's scary exiting, but keeps me on the ground Standing with two feet on the ground Doesn't bring you far But running like I do now Doesn't make me a giant star Study here, make money there Relax by compulsion Pretend that it's all right Or do I want to risk flight?! Can you walk with me tonight? Will you join my paper flight? When the wind blows hold me tight Could it be you