Lletres: Living End (The). The Living End. Fly Away.

I've told myself
So many times
Not to turn into the type
But I've found
Is it too late?
Has my time come?
Sometimes I think I'm losin' it
Am I the only one?

Understanding, more like demanding
Where do the grey skies end?

So should I stay
Or fly away
The wings that I begin to grow
Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there

Oh yet again
Thought I was right
But as usual
I end up
On the wrong side of the fence
Is it too late?
Has my time come?
Sometimes I think I'm losin' it
Am I the only one?

Understanding, more like demanding
Where do the grey skies end?

So should I stay
Or fly away
The wings that I begin to grow
Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there

Ooh Yeah!

Understanding, more like demanding
Where do the grey skies end?

So should I stay
Or fly away
The wings that I begin to grow
Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there

Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there