I feel like I'm flying This must be what dying In part has been based on It's something to waste on
Kind Aristotle, with your power of emotion Send an army of your acolytes to bed And when they wake up they feel
Up, up, up Up, up, and away...
I can't stop from sighing I feel like I'm flying This must be what dying In part has been based on
Kind opera singer, you're a master of deception Send your following to me to bed, and when they wake up Feel refreshed, that though their problems, overwhelming There are answers that the theater will provide For shallow faces taught to sleep through bigger questions Confessor
Up, up, up Up, up, and away...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
