Flyin' high, starcrossed lovers of the night Flyin' high, starcrossed lovers of the night You're flying high into a sky of screaming stars Across a universe erected in your heart Where tomorrow always comes from yesterday's departed Crimes...Designs...Mischief on your mind Venus in her chariot of fire draws her flame Passion pours herself a drink and calls you by her name Slippin'...Slidin'...Sacrificing love for something nameless that seems a little nearer to your dreams are here Take another cup of sin and fill it up Take another sip of hemlock to your lips Be deceived by lies and you're flying high Flyin' high, starcrossed lovers of the night Flyin' high, starcrossed lovers of the night A kind of atrophy affected you at birth So instead of living you decided you were dead Lovers of the night in your confusion You stand and then you fall In your illusion And you'll try flyin' high You better come down, still flying high You better come down, you're on the moon You better come downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
