I want you to collect magazines from everybody
Is he f**ing crazy?
What the hell are we supposed to use, man? Harsh language?
...[1]
Thought as a child
I'd feel like an eagle
Rain on the windscreen
Captured in technical solitude
Fly
The higher I am
The closer I'll be to the hole in the sky
And all the words unspoken you told me
Soon they'll fade away
Riding on top of the clouds
Up into the gleaming gold of an afternoon
I set my controls for the heart of the sun[2]
To reach for the stratosphere
Fly
The higher I am
The closer I'll be to the hole in the sky
And all the words unspoken you told me
Soon they'll fade away
Fly
The higher I am
The closer I'll be to the hole in the sky
And all the words unspoken you told me
Soon they'll fade away
Time's never been on our side
The haze between d**h or alive
Revealing the secrets of life
I'll fly to the grevious light
To crawl to you