Was standing on the mountain top
Dreamin' of an eagle
Looking across the rocky landscape
I could feel my spirit leaving
Gilding on the high warm winds
Through this desert land
Restless like an old ghost
Lost in another sphere
High, I'm flying high
I don't care if I live or if I die
High, I'm flying high
Does life have to be a lie
Maybe I'm just a nostalgic fool
That can't see the decline
Or have I just been subjected to
A grim joke somewhere down the line
And even if I live through the despair
Alone this cruel hard land
Still restless like an old ghost
Still lost in another sphere
High, I'm flying high
I don't care if I live or if I die
High, I'm flying high
Does life have to be a lie
Running through a nightmare
Don't know if I dare
My wings they are broken
I'm a ship without sea
High, I'm flying high
I don't care if I live or if I die
High, I'm flying high
Does life have to be a lie
EPILOGUE
My soul lifted, I was sailing high
Wonderful and floating
But after the storm
My wings were torn, torn to pieces
As well as I and my inmost forwardness
Was torn to pieces
Ripped to shreds
Because the cloth were made of paper
And I was no more . . . .
