Flying MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Speed miles go

that the time is moving backwards

So fast it feels like flying

Vast ocean, black

rasping out the shore

And I can almost see it through

the dead-moon darkness

But the street lamps turned strobe lights

Show all we need to see

As go we roaring past the by-way

As go we flying down the highway

Can't you feel it?

This night we can fly

This night The Dark is The Light

And this night Angels fall and Devils rise

This night we will fly.

Left the boardwalks and sidewalks

back so far behind

Rock me gently

Rock me slowly

Then rock me and go we:

Beyond the edges of our minds

The cliff is over there now.


Is time to fly.

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