Higher and higher – away we go.
high
The clock ticks. It’s almost midnight.
Every season,
I take another fall.
Do not stare at your feet…
I’m flying high – oh, so high.
Nothing can reach these heights.
Higher and higher – away we go.
The clock ticks. It’s almost midnight.
Every season,
I take another fall.
Do not stare at your feet…
I’m flying high – oh, so high.
Nothing can reach these heights.
