Same old why

words, nice we exchange but silence scatters them away How many times will night become day Trying to escape from the realms we obey With winged thoughts, we take flights but earth's gravity hold dreams and soil tight It brings them back to my doorstep With the same old "why" With winged thoughts, we take flights but life's gravity hold dreams and soil tight It brings them back to my doorstep With the same old "why" (same old "why") mending rag with silk threads dreams surpass morning clouds leaving world wouldn't be a lie yet we return to the same old "why" With winged thoughts, we take flights but earth's gravity hold dreams and soil tight It brings them back to my doorstep With the same old "why" With winged thoughts, we take flights but life's gravity hold dreams and soil tight It brings them back to my doorstep With the same old "why" (same old "why") (ooh) In this death, how hope can be alive? (how?) That's the question you posed to me How do you find the path to paradise? (path to paradise?) If you don't pass through the hell with me (pass through the hell with me) (ooh) With winged thoughts, we take flights but earth's gravity hold dreams and soil tight It brings them back to my doorstep With the same old "why" With winged thoughts, we take flights but life's gravity hold dreams and soil tight It brings them back to my doorstep With the same old "why" (same old "why")