I want you to collect magazines from everybody
Is he fucking crazy?
What the hell are we supposed to use, man? Harsh language?
...[1]

Thought as a child
I'd feel like an eagle
Rain on the windscreen
Captured in technical solitude

Fly
The higher I am
The closer I'll be to the hole in the sky
And all the words unspoken you told me
Soon they'll fade away

Riding on top of the clouds
Up into the gleaming gold of an afternoon
I set my controls for the heart of the sun[2]
To reach for the stratosphere

Fly
The higher I am
The closer I'll be to the hole in the sky
And all the words unspoken you told me
Soon they'll fade away

Fly
The higher I am
The closer I'll be to the hole in the sky
And all the words unspoken you told me
Soon they'll fade away

Time's never been on our side
The haze between death or alive
Revealing the secrets of life
I'll fly to the grevious light
To crawl to you