Testo Broken Wings

Here I come today, for the first time
My mantle closed, my hands in the pockets
A man, who follows me
With my suitcase, almost done...as I could.
Winter speaks to me, with its intimate language
Telling me secrets, or lies
I could expect from all the years, since I was born
Nowhere,
Nowhere.

The airport is there, receiving my footsteps
I climb the stairs
I fly tonight, I fly tonight
I fly tonight with you.