Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide    the sky bespangled in the rain    and we feel called upon but interests collide    not much to lose, a lot to gain       Don`t lose your line of sight now    and raise the barricades somehow    it`s time to leave the lores so blow them skyhigh    in sound and fury they will fly       (chorus)    We`re sparing no pain, we`re launching a dream    it`s blazing a trail when the rockets will gleam    we harness the air cause we let them fly    the town had turned out under this october sky       "There`s nothing to it" and "stick to your last"    shorn of all romance their life spans    the charm of novelty or adoring the past    no more among the also rans       It spread like wildfire in a day    "and there`ll be crash-land" so they say    well-proven patterns so it must be vertigo    but we will give them quite a show       (chorus)       We harness the air and we let them fly    under this october sky       (chrous)