Sometimes it's quiet, sometimes it's crazy
Reality is like a shackle
They tie me down and I can't break free
This enigmatic life is as sharp as a knife
They hurt me over and over again
I know that the kind of happiness I want is in the higher sky
I'm going to fly even higher...higher!
Dancing like the wind to break free
I'm going to fly higher~higher
Winged storms
Heart whistles
Higher
I've been flying and searching for it
But I've found it impossible to find it
If I really want it to be a freeing experience
I'll have to cut up the past first. I want a brighter life
I want a bluer sky
I know that the happiness I want is in that higher sky
I want to fly higher, higher
I want to dance like the wind and break free
I want to fly higher, higher
With wings that roll in the storm and a heart that is in the sky, I can't find it
With wings that roll in the storm, I can't find it
With wings that roll in the storm, I can't find it
It's a good thing that I'm here.
Wings roll up in a storm and the heart whistles
Fly higher, fly higher, fly higher...