Signs of Wings - Sascha Paeth's Masters Of Ceremony

There are no scars there on my back

But subtle signs of wings

My brittle shell’s about to crack

To blossom in the spring

I’ll soon arise and fly away

And break out of the weeds

And then the wind will carry me

So far away

There are signs of wings but we can’t fly

Until we cross abandoned skies

We keep the pace without a move

We carry on without committing to the proof

Just like a seed too dry to grow

I’m longing for the rain

To wash away all of the dust

And be myself again

In any moment all could end

No time to hide away

All that I was, all that I am

And wanna be

I never found an answer

I never found my peace

But there is still a reason to believe

There are signs of wings but we can’t fly

Until we cross abandoned skies

We keep the pace without a move

We carry on without committing to the proof

Alone I’m gliding through the tides

To see what’s meant to be

Sometimes I’m waking through the nights

To chase my memory

Am I beginning to be mad

Or am I not the only one

To see a light beyond the darkness

Of our kind?

There are signs of wings but we can’t fly

Until we cross abandoned skies

We keep the pace without a move

We carry on without committing to the proof

There are signs of wings but we can’t fly

Until we cross abandoned skies

There are signs of wings but we can’t fly

Until we cross abandoned skies

We keep the pace without a move

We carry on without committing to the proof

And in the end we all can fly

No matter what we do

We’ll vanish in the endless skies

And face another truth

We will soon come back in disguise

Or simply turn to dust

Or maybe there is nothing left

At all