At the bottom of the darkest pit there is still rays of hope
And I'm begging, I'm begging you please throw down that rope
'Cause I've been here too long, too long, too long, too long, too long
I've decided that I want, I want, I want, I want out
I want out…
Soaring through the dome, never to recoil
I have found a home in what I might become
Clutch your clouds, inside them lies
Joy forgotten by men grown wise
What if clouds are mist and air
Still see ships sailing there
Still build castles in, in the air
Soaring through the dome, never to recoil
I have found a home in what I might become
Soar on love way beyond the clouds…