IRC-Galleria

ThereÂ’s something up here that makes me wince
And I still got the feelings that IÂ’ve felt ever since
I got to this place
Arrived at last
In front there's the future
Right back there's the past
EverythingÂ’s moving so fast

ThereÂ’s nothing but light
That comes into sight, oh

The present like IÂ’ve never seen it before
Is this the right place to stay?
Please, my wings
Fly me away...