The Terminal (터미널) - The Tale Of Viktor Navorski

They said the timing was dreadful Yeah, you could say that again Now there is one pair of heads full Of thoughts that don't make any sense Just passing through, trying to catch that glimpse of you I never hold on when I change Terminals at ATL It's a balance of grace In a place where I tripped and fell But if grace receives all my weight Then it becomes a crutch And I don't wanna walk with a crutch so much That I can't stand taller than before It's splintered, and I felt horrendous Lying through the gap in my teeth When broken, is when You can mend us So help me get back up on my feet Just passing through, trying to catch that glimpse of you I never hold on when I change Terminals at ATL It's a balance of grace In a place where I tripped and fell But if grace receives all my weight Then it becomes a crutch And I don't wanna walk with a crutch so much That I can't stand taller than before Lie, I'm staring longer than I know I should be I can't believe you're standing next to me I never hold on when I change Terminals at ATL It's a balance of grace In a place where I tripped and fell But if grace receives all my weight Then it becomes a crutch And I don't wanna walk with a crutch so much That I can't stand taller than before I will stand taller than before I will stand taller than before Taller than before