Supersonic
We’re only dirt of the roadDust in the wind, leaves in the breeze‘Cause we are supersonicSupersonic, supersonic
Life is a book where all the pagesTell the stories many different waysWho’s the writer of your story?Is it nightmare or fairytale?You must have to choose
Too much we talk about just lonelinessAnxiety, depressionYou know the feel of emptinessYou’re broken and broken, can’t find a waySometimes the pills don’t work
We should be writing, writing, writing, writingWriting our poetryWe have to dive in, dive in, dive in, dive inDive into deep blue sea
We love flying, flying, flying like wind‘Cause we are supersonic, ’cause we are supersonicWe are jumping, jumping, jumping to dreams‘Cause we are supersonic, we are supersonic
Hear the sound of the woodsWatch the rise of the dayWhy do we stop only thenWhen blue horizon fades away?We have time to choose
We should be writing, writing, writing, writingWriting our poetryWe have to dive in, dive in, dive in, dive inDive into deep blue sea
We love flying, flying, flying like wind‘Cause we are supersonic, ’cause we are supersonicWe are jumping, jumping, jumping to dreams‘Cause we are supersonic, we are supersonic
When you are young, you are proud, we all rebel and yellDo you recognise yourself when you’re getting older?Do we crash? Do we learn? Do we sing our songsLouder and louder?
We should be writing, writing, writing, writingWriting our poetryWe have to dive in, dive in, dive in, dive inDive into deep blue sea
We love flying, flying, flying like wind‘Cause we are supersonic, ’cause we are supersonicWe are jumping, jumping, jumping to dreams‘Cause we are supersonic, we are supersonic