Idioma Origen:
Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached
D-days and structure responsibility
Have-to´s and need-to´s and get-to´s by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you´d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be
Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you´d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
All wont be lost if I´m governed by my own uniqueness
Stop lights won´t work I´ll get home sound and safe regardless
Won´t deem me had if I´m led by my own rulelessness
My fire wont quell and I´ll be harm-free and distressless
Trust me
Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living
Inside box obeying, inside line cutting
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you´d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you´d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be
Idioma Destino:
Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached
D-days and structure responsibility
Have-to´s and need-to´s and get-to´s by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you´d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be
Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you´d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
All wont be lost if I´m governed by my own uniqueness
Stop lights won´t work I´ll get home sound and safe regardless
Won´t deem me had if I´m led by my own rulelessness
My fire wont quell and I´ll be harm-free and distressless
Trust me
Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living
Inside box obeying, inside line cutting
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you´d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you´d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be