Out of the windows 
Into the sky 
Truth in your veins 
And the strength in your sigh 
Reduce it to thoughts 
And the ghost runs away 
The spark of creation 
Is the hand on the clay 
Holding on, molding our love 
Letting the clocks melt on by 
Standing on the higher steeple 
Inside the smile of the holy ripple 
I'm flying, flying on the tip of a tongue that uttered 
no wrong 
I'm flying, flying on the things never said ‘cause 
words can be dead 
And nothing can ever come near flying with you 
Slipped through the crack 
When no one could see 
Now we are everywhere we want to be 
Paint in the dark 
Lush is the ride 
No more reflections 
The answers won't hide 
Turning on the light inside us 
Taking the reins of delight 
Signing off the everyday world 
Inside the seed of the funniest big whirl 
I'm flying, flying on the tip of a tongue that uttered 
no wrong 
I'm flying, flying on the things never said ‘cause 
words can be dead 
And nothing can ever come near flying with you