Fall sleep, spin the sky.

High up in the sky I will go flying; the lights that catch my eye, they keep me flying. High up in the sky, romance fills my eyes; the tears that come alive, they keep me flying. High up in the sky, sunlight burns my eyes; but I’ll keep on breathing, but I’ll keep on flying. High up in the sky, I will go flying; I will fly high, I will fly high. Wishing I could take you here to feel the same feelings; understand my thoughts about the sun, about the lights, about the way you can try to share my lights and frights. Walking up the hill, I feel the gritty city shadow urging me on, urging me on. Walking up the hill, walking up the hill; urging me on, urging me on. I’ve forced myself to see further than the clouds would let see more clearly; the horizon light in the way, in the way. Restricted romance in the way, in the way; but I am walking up, climbing to the top. Flying to the hill, the view and the lights; the hill, the view and the lights. High up in the sky, in the colourful life, my light will reappear when they keep it on to hear my songs.