(Leaving) Living Stream, be the covergirl of my magazine

I get high in the sky, left to my voices, I know
There’s a place where I’m fine with the stars shining bright, I’m so fine
Now you have ways to be old and they say all before I’m so close to mine
Baby dream in the way
I’m falling today you’re mine

(Leaving) Living Stream, be the covergirl of my magazine

I thought I can fly, And you, you can try
I will make you feel breeze, on your back you can call it affection
To the dream you will leave, [bad word] and believe, don’t hide what you can
I can get up to hug I’ll stop right to show you, just be yourself

(Leaving) Living Stream, be the covergirl of my magazine