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]