Music: chan kinchla   Lyrics: john popper         I remember hearing a story   About a girl who wanted to fly   Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles   Well perhaps it won't apply   It seems she'd flap her arms every day and every night   As hard and as long as she could   She knew her dream needed all the love she could give it   For it to do her any good      One night her heart spoke in a dream   It told her if you really love this believe, because      It takes the guiltiest of eyes   To condemn the man who dies   It takes a thousand of his best spies   To expose as many lies   It could take weeks for me to say   How it'll take forever to go away   And it takes everything you have   Everything to be in love      Well across the street there lived a little boy   Sad disfigured child with two humps on his back   Pitiful autistic little mess in a wheelchair   The other kids all named him lack   But lack started to take an interest   In that girl across the way   He'd watch in amazement from his window   While she flapped her arms   And that's how they'd spend their days   She'd soon inspire him to stand   That girl everyone called featherhead   Made him clearly understand   That      It takes the guiltiest of eyes   To condemn the man who dies   It takes a thousand of his best spies   To expose as many lies   It could take weeks for me to say   How it'll take forever to go away   And it takes everything you have   Everything to be in love      Soon lack could walk and talk and hide his humps   And people realized how clever he could be   Feather still dreaming about the skies   Unaware of how in love lack was with she   One day she quit flapping her arms at last   Convinced that she'd accomplished nothing at all   When lack heard this he ran, not walked to her house   And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let rome fall      He said "everything I am now is for and because of you   You see I understand your secret and I swear to God it's all true"      It takes the guiltiest of eyes   To condemn the man who dies   It takes a thousand of his best spies   To finally realize   That it takes the strength of samson's hair   To enter if you dare   And it takes icarus in flight   To provoke the gods to fight   It could take weeks for me to say   And it'll take forever to go away   And it takes everything you have   Everything to be in love      Well time wears on, and soon featherhead and lack had to grow up   Featherhead didn't quit and would be finishing flight school soon   She works for nasa exploring space   Flying regularly to jupiter's seventh moon   Lack defying all laws of gravity and otherwise flew away   You see those humps on his back grew into great big gossamer wings   He changed his name to luck because he had so much   He still flies where he's needed, doing all sorts of nifty and amazing things   From time to time they meet up in the sky to celebrate   Tax dollars and miracles can let the weirdest people date      It takes the guiltiest of eyes   To condemn the man who dies   It takes a thousand of his best spies   To expose as many lies   It could take weeks for me to say   How it'll take forever to go away   And it takes everything you have   Everything to be in love      I remember hearing a story...