On the air...

Relaxar. Inspirar, expirar. Fechar os olhos. 

Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent 

But your demons and your angels reappeared 

Leavin' all the traces of the man you thought you'd be 

Leavin' me with no place left to go from here 

Leavin' me so many questions all these years 

But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear

Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear

Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally

This isn't how it's really meant to be

No it isn't how it's really meant to be