the high flying bird flies above
  you cannot see him from the earth
  he sees as he flies
  and knows as he sees
  the masses below
  there's trouble below
    this high flying bird has no sense of time
  for a thousand years he's climbing the skies
  his brothers have burned
  flown too close to the sun
  but higher and higher
  this white bird flies
  this white bird flies
    i feel you in my sleep
  when the suns down
  and the world sleeps below
  you call across endless oceans
  i hear you and want to fly too
    there's no turning back as blue becomes black
  the air becomes thin this flight begins
  but the bird can still breathe
  brighter than before
  on celestial wing
  this bird can now sing
  this bird can now sing
    i feel you in my sleep
  when the suns down
  and the world sleeps below
  you call across endless oceans
  i hear you and want to fly to
    [repeat]