Verse 1
Remember all the hours now, won’t keep inside a box beside your grave.
So never let them waste away, but never let the truth from you evade.
I know a story ‘bout, a land the children there knew how to fly.
But never gave themselves away to reach the light that shined upon their eyes.
Oh, in their eyes.

Chorus
Fly high. But watch the sky. The darkness is the brother of the day.
If the night becomes too bright, just turn your wings and fly the other way.

Verse 2
Looking out across the night, I close my eyes and listen to the rain.
And hear a story, ‘bout a land, where children fly but never fall away.
No not away. Never fall away.

Chorus
Fly high. But watch the sky. The darkness is the brother of the day.
And if the night becomes too bright, just turn your wings and fly the other way.
Fly the other way.