Standard (EADGBE)
I fly/
I soar/
this I adore.
Chorus
& then like a locomotive
the sound of your sorrow comes. Im tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think Ive outgrown that horsehair sweater.
Id rather be alone
youre bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers,
but pain will roll off like water on feather.
Youd fly/
REPEat-chorus
adlib-----
youd soar.