Low - And One, Eskil Simonsson

The man who wants to leave

Is not the man who sees

His voice is raising higher

The bird that needs to fly

Is not the bird that comes

My mind is swinging higher

We are liars

We’re not the air you breathe

You promise — we decide

We are liars

We’re not the air you breathe

You promise — we decide

See the wires

Connecting things we love

And everything seems brighter

And everything seems brighter

We are liars

We’re not the air you breathe

You promise — we decide

See the wires

Connecting things we love

And everything seems brighter

And everything seems brighter

We are liars…

Liars…