There's a problem, feathers iron Bargain buildings, weights and pulleys Feathers hit the ground before the weight can leave the air Fly the sky and tell the sky, and tell the sky, and tell the sky Don't fall on me, fall on me, fall on me There's the progress, we have found a way To talk around the problem Building towered foresight isn't anything at all Fly the sky and sell the sky, and bleed the sky, and tell the sky Don't fall on me, fall on me, fall on me Well I could keep it above, but then there wouldn't be sky anymore So if I send it to you, you've got a promise to keep it whole Fly the sky and sell the sky, and lift your arms up to the sky And ask the sky, and ask the sky, don't fall on me Fall on me, fall on me, fall on me Don't fall on me, fall on me, fall on me *