High flying bird I dont hear the last for me
High flying bird I dont know the rest of it
Into the dark where electic wings spark you into life,
Sketches of night, A first to fade away,
stretches of light, growings to grid the day,
into the waves where submarine slaves kiss you into life,
flying over the mountains of lust,
blowing over the weddings of dust,
into the dark where electric wings spark you into life,
high flying bird, I dont hear the rest for me
high flying bird the skies where I need to be,
into the grin where electric eyes spin you into life,
sounds of the day smash themselves into dreams,
somewhere i lay are tears running down my beams
into the sun where the silver wings run them selves into ground...