Is it something new left behind by morning dew?
Or did it rearise within the heart of the sunrise?
I hardly can remember that summer year's September
I sit here high above the stream and dream
Feeling the soft air caress my hair
I gently rise, I touch the sky
Riding on a small pink cloud into the sky
Picture how it feels to fly
Look through my eyes where the eagle flies
Beyond the pale blue skies of your eyes
Moving on, light as a sunbird's leather
I catch sight of a strange bright light
Or is it just a star still very far
As I enter Milky Way it leads to Rainbow Bay
"Charlie" lifts his hand, waves from his wagon's land
Three kings in my ear, I feel I'm drawing near
Riding on a small pink cloud into the sky
Picture how it feels to fly
Look through my eyes where the eagle flies
Beyond the pale blue skies of your eyes
Finally I found you, just at the turning point
Deep asleep by an angel's feet, I gently kiss you awake
I fold you into a warm embrace, do you feel my tongue
I feel your tears like pearls of sand
Filling my head high, I feel your tears like...
Drifting within a sea of clouds beyond the skies
Picture how it feels to fly into your eyes