Why do I live, why do I die
Why do I laugh, why do I cry
From a human in distress
I've never had my feet on the ground
I'd rather be a bird
I'm not comfortable in my skin
I'd like to see the world upside down
If it were ever more beautiful
More beautiful seen from above
I've always confused life
With comic strips
I've got urges for metamorphosis
That pulls me, that pulls me
That pulls me upward
In the great lottery of the universe
I didn't draw the right number
I'm not comfortable in my skin
I don't want to be a robot
Why do I live, why do I die
Why do I scream, why do I cry
I think I'm picking up waves
Coming from another world
I've never had my feet on the ground
I'd rather be a bird
I'm not comfortable in my skin
I'd like to see the world upside down
I'd rather be a bird