Tekster: In Flames. Clayman. Satellites and Astronauts.

Since the day of my departure
I've been stumbling through reality
I play my symphony in reverse
As I aim for that special chance

Be gentle to the tear in this eye
These lonesome arms, lost it's wings again

Buy me a trip to the moon
So I can laugh at my mistakes
You see, I can see the end from here

From this perspective it looks kind of silly
Satellites and astronauts
Tell me there are greater things ahead

Make me feel like a man
A silent cry from the middle of hell
I, the irony, I promise, I'll be mature
So please, please invite me
Please invite me to your shelter again

Been hiding since I heard, "Will never"
Take me back to yesterday, I need to grow

Buy me a trip to the moon
So I can laugh at my mistakes
You see, I can see the end from here

From this perspective it looks kind of silly
Satellites and astronauts
Tell me there are greater things ahead

Buy me a trip to the moon
So I can laugh at my mistakes
You see, I can see the end from here

From this perspective it looks kind of silly
Satellites and astronauts
Tell me there

Steal my mask and make me pay
I need a new skin
I'm going insane