Black bird leaves father sky (as his wind is raging)
Stretches his wings to fly (over he can go)
Is it too demands (changes his direction)
He just can't understand (why he's swept away)

We strive for the sun
Don't care for weaker way
Above there's going to die (?)
What more am I

All the words writing in the play (crawling in the damage)
Calling out to they (calling to the ground)
Stare at the empty page (as the earth is opened)
Bleeding and slipped away (might as well be there)

We strive for the sun
Don't care for weaker way
Above there's going to die
What more am I
What more am I

We strive for the sun
Don't care for weaker way
Above there's going to die
What more am I

We strive for the sun
don't care for weaker way
Above there's going to die
What more am I

Yeah...
What more am I
Ooh...