Flyin high

Grille de la piste #188520

Fournie par leanM

Lyrics:

© Shi
On the wings of the Albatross
see her flying free,
how she must count the cost
it was never meant to be.
Soaring above the Oceans
she is carried on the breeze,
the sunlight captures her shadow
how many left like these.
Such grace and beauty
so defined
will soon be lost
we're running out of time
Such grace and beauty
so defined
will soon be lost
we're running out of time,
out of time.

On the wings of the Albatross
the future of the Earth.
Uncertain
what will become of us,
what is this planet worth ?
Such grace and beauty so defined
will soon be lost
We're running out of time
Such grace and beauty so defined
will soon be lost
we're running out of time, out of time.
On the wings of the Albatross
see her flying free,
how she must count the cost
it was never meant to be.
when will we see
what we have done
when all has passed from sight
reflection shining in the sun
The Albatross in flight, in flight,
running out of time (we're running)
running out of time.....
The Albatross in flight.
(c) Shi 2018