LAULUSÕNAD: Laura "Supersonic"

Supersonic ...

We´re only dirt of the road, dust in the wind

leaves in the breeze

Cause we are supersonic, supersonic, supersonic

Life is a book where all the pages tell the stories in many different ways

Who’s the writer of your story is it nightmare or fairytale

You must have to choose

Too much we talk about just loneliness, anxiety, depression

you know the feel of emptiness, you’re broken and broken

can’t find a way

sometimes the pills don’t work

We should be writing, writing, writing, writing, writing our poetry

we have to dive in, dive in, dive in, dive in

dive into deep blue sea

we love flying, flying, flying like wind

cause we are supersonic, cause we are supersonic

we are jumping, jumping, jumping to dreams

cause we are supersonic, we are supersonic

hear the sound of the woods

watch the rise of the day

why do we stop only then

when blue horizon fades away

we have time to choose

we should be writing, writing, writing, writing our poetry ...

when you are young,you are proud

we all rebel and yell

do you recognize yourself when you`re getting older

do we crash,do we learn

do we sing our songs, louder and louder