I'm scared of the sound of one hundred years
When who I am now dies and disappears.
I'm climbing the branches,
And I'm letting the leaves fall.
I look for the ground,
And there's no way to get down.
And I'm scared of the sight of my living in vain.
So I tied a string to a paper plane.
The wind came from behind me,
Took me into the air.
And I fell for the ground,
But there's no way to get down.
There's no way to get down.
I'm scared of the sound of my aging voice,
And losing all I have with no given choice.
If there's a heaven,
Don't take me now.
I don't want to stare at the ground,
With no way to get down.
I don't want to stare at the ground,
With no way to get down.
I don't want to stare...
No way to get,
No way to get,
There's no way to get down.