High Flying Bird

The high flying bird, flies above You cannot see him from the Earth He sees as he flies and knows as he sees The masses below, there's trouble below. This high flying bird, has no sense of time For a thousand years he's climbed these skies His brothers have burned Flown too close to the sun But higher and higher This white bird flies This white bird flies I feel you in my sleep When the sun's down And the world sleeps below You call across endless oceans I hear you and want to fly too There's no turning back, as blue becomes black The air becomes thin, this flight begins But the bird can still breathe Brighter than before On celestial wing This bird can now sing This bird can now sing I feel you in my sleep When the sun's down And the world sleeps below You call across endless oceans I hear you and want to fly too Repeat