Woorden: Incubus. Paper Shoes.

I fly
I soar
This I adore
And then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
I'm tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be alone
You're about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
But pain will roll off like water on feather
You'd fly
You'd soar
But then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
I'm tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be on my own
You're about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
But pain will roll off like water on feathers

(Thanks to ...*MiSs CrAzY lAdY*... for these lyrics)