(מילים: ג'ני פקמן, לחן וביצוע: סטון פלייר)

While flying high, I saw the beauty of an autumn day,
High above the land, the wind had taken me away.
I touched a golden cloud; forgot all mortal things,
But then your words, like knives, cut down my pair of
wings.

I
Know I could fly
But you-
But you said:

"One shall never leave the ground!"

High above, I felt purified by the rain
Above the clouds, above the lie.
The vision faded with a sudden pain
As I fell down from the sky.

Why did you let this purity die?

I
Know I could fly,
Rise up above
Toward the sky.
I
Know I could fly,
Don't let this vision die,
Don't let me die!

Don't let this vision die...