كلمات A Beautiful Syndrome

This voice I hear That keep whispers in my ears And that's why I leave I've been chasing it for years I, can, stay I just want to do it on my own Flying away I don't want a beautiful syndrome Sun is shining Clouds have a silver lightning All is coming, free fall Life is a beautiful storm I, can, stay I just want to do it on my own Flying away I don't want a beautiful syndrome Once you walk on a thousand lands Soft in this dream Some things came to never end Once you walk on a thousand lands Soft in this dream Some things came to never end Once you walk on a thousand lands Soft in this dream Some things came to never end I, can, stay I just want to do it on my own Flying away I don't want a beautiful syndrome