Flying 歌词

Out of the windows Into the sky Truth in your veins And the strength in your sigh Reduce it to thoughts And the ghost runs away The spark of creation Is the hand on the clay Holding on, molding our love Letting the clocks melt on by Standing on the higher steeple Inside the smile of the holy ripple I'm flying, flying on the tip of a tongue that uttered no wrong I'm flying, flying on the things never said 'cause words can be dead And nothing can ever come near flying with you Slipped through the crack When no one could see Now we are everywhere we want to be Paint in the dark Lush is the ride No more reflections The answers won't hide Turning on the light inside us Taking the reins of delight Signing off the everyday world Inside the seed of the funniest big whirl I'm flying, flying on the tip of a tongue that uttered no wrong I'm flying, flying on the things never said 'cause words can be dead And nothing can ever come near flying with you