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Half way through the night,
I wake up in a dream.
Echoes in my head,
Make every whisper turn into a scream.
I dreamed I could fly.
Out in the blue,
Over this town,
Following you.
Over the trees,
Subway and cars.
I’d try to find out who you really are.
In the middle of the night.
Cool sweating in my bed.
Got the windows open wide.
Thinking about all the things you said.
I wish I could fly.
Out in the blue,
Over this town,
Following you.
I’d fly over rooftops,
The great boulevards.
To try to find out who you really are.
Who you really are?
I wish I could fly now.
I wish I could fly now.
I wish I could fly now.
I wish I could fly.
Around and around.
Over this town,
The dirt on the ground.
I’d follow your course of doors left ajar.
To try to find out who you really are.
Who you really are?
Fly, fly, fly.
I wish I could fly.
I wish I could fly.
制作:
Half way through the night,
I wake up in a dream.
Echoes in my head,
Make every whisper turn into a scream.
I dreamed I could fly.
Out in the blue,
Over this town,
Following you.
Over the trees,
Subway and cars.
I’d try to find out who you really are.
In the middle of the night.
Cool sweating in my bed.
Got the windows open wide.
Thinking about all the things you said.
I wish I could fly.
Out in the blue,
Over this town,
Following you.
I’d fly over rooftops,
The great boulevards.
To try to find out who you really are.
Who you really are?
I wish I could fly now.
I wish I could fly now.
I wish I could fly now.
I wish I could fly.
Around and around.
Over this town,
The dirt on the ground.
I’d follow your course of doors left ajar.
To try to find out who you really are.
Who you really are?
Fly, fly, fly.
I wish I could fly.
I wish I could fly.
