Sorry, nothing in this world is sorry,    nothing seems to high,   'cause I'm ready, waiting for...   ready, waiting for the jump.   Feeling fragile in my bones,   need a clean-up of my life.   My headache is wishpering   wishpering that i can fly.      I prepare myself to look,   without faith I look up there   and I think nobody is there.   Falling happily, feeling well.   With a stupid smile on my face,   all the voices with a grin.      Here, wishper at me and I will fly!      Listen: I could smile again   and there is no time to cry.   Something tells me: "that is good"   If you want to, you must try!!      and I will fly!   Oh! Ain't you there?   Aren't you...?