one breath, too late   you're gone for good.   twelve floors down to the street   it's funny how far it seems      but what could i do   and what would i change   when everything's strange   and why should i learn to fly   when i could just hide away   isn't it strange?      under my skin   scars turn to stone   the freeway fades red to grey   i guess you found another way home      but what could i do   and what would i change   when everythings strange   and why should i learn to fly   when i could just, drive away   isn't it strange?      standing on this ledge up here   with a choir of angels in my ear sing   welcome to my life   if i fall if i brake   will you hear the sound i make   i don't need what we left behind      but what could i do   and what would i change   when everything's strange   and why should i learn to fly   and what could i do   and what would i change   when everything's strange   and why should i learn to die   when i could just fly away   isn't it strange?