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