Fly from Here, Pt. I: 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 and watch the radar

Locked on the wavelength, caught in the beam

Falling slowly into the screen

Every day that you waste

Is one more that you've lost

When you wake up

I see you there

On display

Like some final point of no return

Taking us there from here

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)

Into a sky that's clearing (we can fly)

Look back we'll dry the tears

For those once held so nearly

In love we'll never disappear

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 (we can fly)

Into a sky so clearly (we can fly)

Look back, we'll dry the tears

For those once held so nearly

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

On the understanding that we can fly

Everyday that you waste

Is one more that you've lost

On display

Like some final point of no return

Everyday that you waste

Is one more that you've lost

On display

Like some final point of no return