Verse A Thinking of the past When we were flying in the sky Ending up as fast As it started to pull us high Verse B Calling on the phone There is nothing to talk about Feeling so alone We insist on a new tryout Verse C Changing all the things We dislike is now far too late Folding back the wings Paves the road to accept our fate Chorus We can drive us insane But were crying in vain We can drive us insane But were staying in pain
tryout, insane, dislike, drive, folding