Slow Motion

Time is such an unseizable thing, no one is able to catch it
I wish I could get some wings, maybe I would catch it
So, when I think of flying, running through the sky
I am not afraid of dying, afraid of dying

I'd be flying, flying in slow motion
The time is standing still
I'd be flying far above the ocean
Where nothing is, nothing is against my will

Speed is the reason why we move, always looking for action
Nothing seems to stop us, but isn't it just fiction?
So, wouldn't it be wiser, much better for us all
To slow down, slow down

Flying. Flying in slow motion