歌词
(La la la la la, la la la la la)
(intro instrumental)
(Verse 1)
(Female voice)
In a room of muted hues, where time drags its feet,
I lie upon a familiar bed, the world outside discreet.
The clock's relentless ticking, a maddening refrain,
Echoes through my solitude, driving me half-insaaane. (Ohhhh)
(Pre-Chorus)
Rain taps the windowpane, a melancholy dance,
Sunlight peeks through cracks, a fleeting chance.
Leaves fall like whispered secrets, brittle and thin,
And my emotions echo—like a desert within...
(Noooooo!)
(Chorus)
Oh, ordinary skies, you stretch so far and wide,
Yet my heart craves more—a tempest to ride.
I yearn for wings, to soar beyond the mundane,
To break free from this room, this monotonous chain. OHHHH!
[instrumental]
Fly away... oooooo...
(Verse 2)
The ceiling becomes a canvas for my wandering mind,
As seconds crawl, I dream of places undefined. (hmmm)
Could I become a comet, streaking through the night,
Or a snowflake, dissolving into morning's light?
(Pre-Chorus)
The rain persists, a symphony of longing and despair,
Each drop a question mark, suspended in the air.
I ache for storms, for lightning's jagged art,
To shatter this monotony, ignite my dormant heart (hmmm)
(Chorus)
Oh, ordinary skies, you stretch so far and wide,
Yet my heart craves more—a tempest to ride. (OH)
I yearn for wings, to soar beyond the mundane,
To break free from this room, this monotonous chain.
(get me out of here...)
(oooo oh oh oh)
[instumental]
(Bridge)
(mhmm) I'll be a comet, trailing stardust in my wake,
Or a tempest, fierce and wild, no boundaries to break. (ooo)
I'll dive into the ocean's depths, where silence sings,
And emerge reborn, with saltwater on my wings.
(Chorus)
Oh, ordinary skies, you stretch so far and wide,
Yet my heart craves more—a tempest to ride. (OH)
I yearn for wings, to soar beyond the mundane,
To break free from this room, this monotonous chain. (ohhh...)
(Outro)
And when the reaper comes, his scythe held high,
I'll tell him, "Not yet—I've yet to touch the sky." (ohhhhhhh)
For life is more than ticking clocks and faded dreams,
I'll live fiercely, fully—beyond ordinary streams.
(oooo... oooo...)
Oh, ordinary skies, you stretch so far and wide,
Yet my heart craves more—a tempest to ride. (OH)
I yearn for wings, to soar beyond the mundane,
To break free from this room, this monotonous chain. OH!
