| High flying bird I dont hear the last for me |
| High flying bird I dont know the rest of it |
| Into the dark where electic wings spark you into life |
| Sketches of night, A first to fade away |
| Stretches of light, growings to grid the day |
| Into the waves where submarine slaves kiss you into life |
| Flying over the mountains of lust |
| Blowing over the weddings of dust |
| Into the dark where electric wings spark you into life |
| High flying bird, I dont hear the rest for me |
| High flying bird the skies where I need to be |
| Into the grin where electric eyes spin you into life |
| Sounds of the day smash themselves into dreams |
| Somewhere i lay are tears running down my beams |
| Into the sun where the silver wings run them selves into ground… |