you can't be inside of me, flying high again. I can see through the mountains watch me disappear. I can even touch the sky. Swallowing colours of the sound I hear. Am I just a crazy guy. (You bet
flying on my own. On the wings of your love. I'm flying on my own. On the wings of your love. I'm flying on my own (on the wings of your love). I'm flying on my own (on the wings of your love). The warmer
The high flying bird, flies above. You cannot see him from the earth. He sees as he flies and knows as he sees. The masses below, there's trouble below This high flying bird, has no sense of time