[1. verse: Rebekka B. Maeland]
I catch a wiff, I get a glipmse
Short of breath some sort of treassure lies ahead my head it spins
Round and round, round and round
Overwealmed by what I've found
At first it seemed too good to be true
It has taken me all this time to let it shine through
Building up inside of me the strength I need to set me free
I lift my eyes and now I see finally
[Hook: Rebekka B. Maeland]
Sailing on the winds of change
The air is brushing underneath my wings
Nothing but the dream remains
Now life feels like the sweetest thing X2
[Verse 2: Twisted Artistics]
Reminessing about the sound of my skateboard wheels on concrete
(the) type of sound that 'a make a boy feel complete
Those were the days, when I ripped to shreds my pants and sweatshirts
And left skin cells in random concrete textures
When friends didn't do drugs and none of 'em had nerves
When to get hurt from landing head first
Was my main concern, never mind them gashes
Let the pain burn, it makes you feel alive, then
Get up, await your turn so that you can try again
Untill we came to learn how to land that trick
So you could be showing off representing the click
Bliss is this: finally landing that first kick-flip
Bliss is this olleying two trashcans and land to strike a pose
No question bliss is moments like those
Yes, I know what blood taste like
See these shoes full of glue and ducktape laced tight?
[Hook Rebekka B. Maeland]
Sailing on the winds of change
The air is brushing underneath my wings
Nothing but the dream remains
Now life feels like the sweetest thing X2
I catch a wiff, I get a glipmse
Short of breath some sort of treassure lies ahead my head it spins
Round and round, round and round
Overwealmed by what I've found
At first it seemed too good to be true
It has taken me all this time to let it shine through
Building up inside of me the strength I need to set me free
I lift my eyes and now I see finally
[Hook: Rebekka B. Maeland]
Sailing on the winds of change
The air is brushing underneath my wings
Nothing but the dream remains
Now life feels like the sweetest thing X2
[Verse 2: Twisted Artistics]
Reminessing about the sound of my skateboard wheels on concrete
(the) type of sound that 'a make a boy feel complete
Those were the days, when I ripped to shreds my pants and sweatshirts
And left skin cells in random concrete textures
When friends didn't do drugs and none of 'em had nerves
When to get hurt from landing head first
Was my main concern, never mind them gashes
Let the pain burn, it makes you feel alive, then
Get up, await your turn so that you can try again
Untill we came to learn how to land that trick
So you could be showing off representing the click
Bliss is this: finally landing that first kick-flip
Bliss is this olleying two trashcans and land to strike a pose
No question bliss is moments like those
Yes, I know what blood taste like
See these shoes full of glue and ducktape laced tight?
[Hook Rebekka B. Maeland]
Sailing on the winds of change
The air is brushing underneath my wings
Nothing but the dream remains
Now life feels like the sweetest thing X2
( Twisted Artistics )
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