| Yesterday i packed up all my things |
| Threw them off the coast to rest in peace |
| I met a man who took all my empty dreams |
| And brought them back to life |
| And gave them back to me |
| Where did that life go |
| That i used to feel inside |
| I’m flying to sydney tonight |
| I’ll rest my head till i find |
| All the things that i used to feel inside |
| I’m flying to sydney tonight |
| I want to feel alive |
| Well i walk these streets |
| 5:30 seven weeks |
| Lost some life along the way |
| It took my goods and left me there to bleed |
| So i woke up the next day |
| Packed up all my things |
| Where did the life go |
| That i used to feel inside |
| I’m flying to sydney tonight |
| I’ll rest my head till i find |
| All the things that i used to feel inside |
| I’m flying to sydney tonight |
| I want to feel the air in my lungs |
| Like the first breath i took |
| I want to feel alive |
| I want to feel alive |
| I’m flying to sydney tonight |
| I’ll rest my head till i find |
| All the things that i used to feel inside |
| I’m flying to sydney tonight |
| I want to feel alive |