All that glitters is not gold
With the shimmering in my mind
The desire in my blood
With what once felt like freedom
Now feels like a prison I canāt escape from
Itās been years since Iāve seen the Dust in the palms of my hands
But I still feel the jump of flying the moment I close my eyes
Itās an addiction Iāll never grow out of
A fall Iāll never fly away from
A life Iāll never get ba...