Paul Weller. Kosmos. Zeneszám

Life's complexities trouble your rise
As you attempt to ascend into the high
Is there nowhere else left to run?
But to the Kosmos, men gaze to look for Heaven

Flying high, never come down
Flying high, don't know how to come down
Flying high, never come down
Flying high

Take a ride into the sun
Be the first one on the moon
Take a slide, come back to Earth
It's to the Kosmos, men dare to look for something

Flying high, never come down
Flying high, don't know how to come down
Flying high, never come down
Flying high

No time to spare, destiny is here
No time to lose, better if we choose
Less time to share, people stop and stare
To look for hope above the clouds
To look for Heaven [Incomprehensible]

A world away, a million light years
That's how far destruction seems
Now our dreams are sad, slow creatures
Dying to know who am I, what am I?
Where am I to go?

Who am I, what am I, where am I to go?
Who am I, what am I, where am I to go?
Who am I, what am I, where am I to go?
Who am I, what am I, where am I to go?

Who am I, what am I, where am I to go?
Who am I, what am I, where am I to go?
Who am I, what am I, where am I to go?
Who am I, what am I, where am I to go?