High Flying Bird

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

for a thousand years he's climbing the skies

his brothers have burned

flown too close to the sun

but higher and higher

this white bird flies

this white bird flies

i feel you in my sleep

when the suns down

and the world sleeps below

you call across endless oceans

i hear you and want to fly too

there's no turning back as blue becomes black

the air becomes thin this flight begins

but the bird can still breathe

brighter than before

on celestial wing

this bird can now sing

this bird can now sing

i feel you in my sleep

when the suns down

and the world sleeps below

you call across endless oceans

i hear you and want to fly to