High Flying Angel - Phil Collins

While the city starts to sleep

She's watching over you

Smoke hangs on the downtown skyline

Moon pushes through

But some people's on fire tonight

Wind rushing round their feet

Someone's gonna sleep well tonight

Word is on the street

So high flyer, high flyer

Fly high tonight

Fly angel, fly higher

Fly here tonight

It's a tribal thing we're seeing

War paint on the face

A question of territory, pride and space

People strutting and feathers flying

It's a sorry scene

Someone's sleeping well tonight

Word is on the street

So high flyer, high flyer

Fly high tonight

Fly angel, fly higher

Fly here tonight

Brother, my brother

Don't let me down again

Mother oh mother

Wipe away your tears again

High flying bird embraced him

Held him to her breast

Soft feathers brushed his face

Finally came to rest

Gently rocking him to and fro

He quietly went to sleep

Someone's found a place of peace tonight

Word is on the street

So high flyer, high flyer

Fly high tonight

Fly angel, fly higher

Fly away tonight

High flyer, high flyer

Fly high tonight

Fly angel, fly higher

Fly safe tonight