From the warmth of eyes
I fear for the stars in the sky
She's begging me for the flames of a revolution
How would you propose we begin to conspire against
The miles, the hundreds of miles
That stretch between our fingertips?
I dont want to lay here
I dont want to lay here
With the wings on my back to waste
Follow me, dear
I just might have found a place to hide
Free floating around and about
This wondrous world of clouds
Her silhouette rivaled the view from the top of the world
Speechless loud-mouth
What's a boy to do?
But smile when embraced by arms more eloquent than angels
And twice as refined
Follow me dear
I just might have found a place to hide
Free floating around and about
This wondrous world of clouds
From way up here, our fears look like . . .
Suppose in fact, we never came back, or down to the ground again
I'm counting on the blessing of the sun
Surely we're high enough to stay