my dear what can you say to me
i dont know what to respond so see
my dash fly far fly free
swing wild and soar past the old green trees
where apples grow and the air is free
then take a break, please dream with me

go faster wip past the mountain side
se grass of green, the angels fly
but not swift as this angel blue
all I want to do is fly along side you
so days go past and we drift apart
who's fault was this I won't start
the argument its not my own fault
days upon days youre not found in the air
did she crash or does she not even care
lost in the wind I am lost in my mind I am lost in my own lonelyness

now dash I know that I'm new so see
I'll be straight forward, be with me
I find you pretty, but way more too
powerful fast like the ocean blue
sure its a ballad its hardly new
fly with me once, soon grows to two
but eventually, like a winter's breeze
you'll leave me cold, lost, with helpless please

go faster wip past the mountain side
se grass of green, the angels fly
but not swift as this angel blue
all I want to do is fly along side you
so days go past and we drift apart
who's fault was this I won't start
the argument its not my own fault
days upon days youre not found in the air
did she crash or does she not even care
lost in the wind I am lost in my mind I am lost in my own lonelyness

as I gliding alone
something just tells me
that she might be home
would she expect me
its not enough
to be hoping and dreaming
doings the answer
not expecting or waiting
years of attempting
is it the time to
tell her the truth
is it the time to
break in through her roof
is it the time to
just lend her a hoof
We'll fly in the open air
I find her alone in tears, lost in her dispair
captured imprisoned maybe
but who am I to ask
maybe its her plan to eventually
remove her mask

From the pain of the life that she lives
from the constant expectations
From the disapointing results
and constant friend relations
and the days upon days upon hoping and wondering
whether all her work was worth her goal
who is she to expect
to expect that its my heart she stole

go faster wip past the mountain side
se grass of green, the angels fly
but not swift as this angel blue
all I want to do is fly along side you
so days go past and we drift apart
who's fault was this I won't start
the argument its not my own fault
From the pain of the life that she lives
from the constant expectations
From the disapointing results
and constant friend relations
and the days upon days upon hoping and wondering
whether all her work was worth her goal
who is she to expect
to expect that its my heart she stole