Lyrics: Sorokin Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich
Music: Sorokin Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich
I can Touch stars with my bare hands
Looking on my skin I can see you the-e-ere
Lifting my body, like its ****ing air
(Air, air)
Lines from your nails
You can draw my name
Maybe Iβm sky, maybe simple plane
Skydiver seems so happy
When he jumps away
I just wanna feel
What itβs like
To be mine or to be myself.
Lines from your nails, you can draw my name
Air, Air, Air, Air
Lines from your nails, you can draw my name
Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air
Lines from your nails, you can draw my name
Air, Air, Air, Air
Lines from your nails, you can draw my name
Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air
Maybe Iβm sky, maybe simple plane
Skydiver seems so happy
When he jumps away
I just wanna feel
What itβs like
To be mine or to be myself
Lines from your nails, you can draw my name
Air, Air, Air, Air
Lines from your nails, you can draw my name
Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air
Lines from your nails, you can draw my name
Air, Air, Air, Air
Lines from your nails, you can draw my name
Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air