I'm sorry that you're stuck on a Saturday
It's a far away tree
Always believing it's the only play that you need to be
I remember what it's like to fly high
Oh my
That memory is not a thing that I can give myself
I'm sorry that I found you in a bad way
In a far away tree
Who says your days are a done thing
Doesn't seem to me
Our shadows come together just fine
If you're waiting for the answer,
It's time
Fly
Fly
I remember what it's like to fly high
Oh my
If you're looking for the answers,
It's time