We always sit on the cystal staircase.
Talking about things we are too scared to chase.
We say were close but if we had chance we would run away.
We say we are forever but if we had a chance we would fly away.
So, we still sit on that cystal staircase.
Talking about about boring copy and paste.
We say never lost touch but if we had a chance we would run away.
We say we "love" eachother but if we had the chance we would fly away.
After hours we are still sitting on the cystal staircase. Talking about if the hare really won the race.
You say you won't forget but if you had a chance you would run away.
You would fly away.
Far away from me.