where children are born to fall

Tonight we stay in a empty room
where a stereo radio lying on the empty bed
Outsider are jammed with people wearing business suit
in the street where children flying away to fall.

we could give a smash to our head
because you never get the dragon
since you start to trace it
There are too much emptiness
under our smile
in the city where children are born to fall

Perhaps we could be great and wild
although we came from a small room

We say we could be great and wild
in a world which could hold our wild souls……

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