The Air

作曲 : Soft Fangs

Several times a year someone jumps off a bridge.

They took an idea and turned it into air.

Cause you know, we're all fed up with oxygen.

And we're searching for the next big thing.

And we don't care, if you think that's strange.

Nothing hurts me anymore.

I've been through that before.

But you don't regret anything you've thought.

You got bad ideas, and a rock for a heart.

But you won't back down from the failures you've got.

Don't let them tear you apart.