We Can Fly

Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering

Nights are cold on this airfield
I sit alone watching radar
Locked on the wavelength, God in the field
Falling slowly into the screen

Every day that you waste
Is one more that you lost
When you wake up
I see you there
On display in lights
A final point of no return
Taking us there from here

And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
Into a sky so clearly
Move back, we*ll dry the tears
For those once held so dearly
And love will never disappear

INSTRUMENTAL

Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
Lingering, lingering, lingering

And we can fly from here
Into a sky so clearly
Look back, we*ll dry the tears
For those once held so dearly

And we can fly from here
*We can fly
And we can fly from here
*We can fly
And we can fly from here
*We can fly
And we can fly from here
*We can fly

And we can fly from here
Always understanding that we can fly

INSTRUMENTAL+

Every day that you waste
Is one more that you*ve lost
On display in lights
A final point of no return

Every day that you waste
Is one more that you*ve lost
On display in lights
A final point of no return

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