Flying Too High

Brisa Roché

    Continues after the ad

    I'm driving fast
    And walking too slow
    I'm catching my breath
    I'm wrecking the show

    Riding through storm
    I'm riding through sun
    I'd be padding fast with the wind on my chest
    If your heart I had won

    I'm on my way to you now
    But I can't get there quickly enough
    No matter how I try
    No matter how I try

    I'm flying too high
    I'm making a scene,
    On my way to your arms
    My impatience is mean

    I'm flying too high
    I'm making a scene
    On my way to your arms
    I'm blazing

    Continues after the ad

    Running through grass
    I'm pacing the shore
    Awake before dawn
    To your heart I implore

    I'm skimming waves
    I'm facing the wheel
    I'm making a fist
    And your heart I will steal

    I'm on my way to you now
    But I can't get there
    Quickly enough
    No matter how I try
    No matter how I try

    I'm flying too high
    I'm making a scene
    On my way to your arms
    My impatience is mean

    I'm flying too high
    I'm making a scene
    On my way to your arms
    I'm blazing

    Diving through mud
    And tearing my pants
    I'm lingering long
    In search of your glance

    I'm waiting for down to light up my tracks
    I've wagered my heart so I've nothing to pack
    I'm racing with my pulse, and I'm gliding at night
    I'm wishing hard I could fall into your arms from my flight

    Song details

    Composition: Brisa Roché and Philippe Rigal

    Did you see an error?

    Enviar revisão