| Flying:By Ceton Back Home Next Into the clouds Above the sea I want to fly I want to see everything This earth is too firm I don't like this ground I want to feel the air I want to breathe it's sound Fly away into the morning Don't come back till the night Sleep in a hammock Then soar of with first light There's no point in stayin' No one really cares I'll confide in the birds That fly in the air Come fly with me It feels so good The air is perfect And the sun is bright Let's fly into the west Into the fading night This feels so easy It feels so right The sky is huge There's room to move If you stay here You can't do what I do You don't have to come But do something for me Find a quiet place And fly into a dream |