You ever feel like you wanna just fly?
Up to Mount Olympus in the sky
Where no ropes or chains bind you.
Up there where the air is crisp,
Up where the stars are your lighting crew

And the wind blows with Mother Nature's lisp.
And the sun beams with a violent flare,
Thunder lulls you to sleep,
And clouds are soft with unspoken care
So there is no need to count sheep.

"What happened to beauty?"
"It's in the rain."
"And... where is love?"
"Love in the sky above?"
"Yes, in the sky above."
"There is no love in the sky above."
Then I don't want to fly, up there in the sky.
For what is life without love?