Low

The man who wants to leave
Is not the man who sees
His voice is raising higher

The bird that needs to fly
Is not the bird that comes
My mind is swinging higher

We are liars
We're not the air you breathe
You promise - we decide

We are liars
We're not the air you breathe
You promise - we decide

See the wires
Connecting things we love
And everything seems brighter
And everything seems brighter

We are liars
We're not the air you breathe
You promise - we decide

See the wires
Connecting things we love
And everything seems brighter
And everything seems brighter

We are liars...
Liars...