So here is where it all ends
Another prototype, meant to be
Our plans and documents
Were they all just make believe?
So here is where we descend
It's in the irony of it all
There's no need to pretend:
Our flying start came to a fall
But for a little while
I made you see it and believe
(That) you and I
Were meant to fly
A thousand miles above the sky
Soaring high
You and I
Were meant to fly
A thousand clouds are passing by
The friendly sky
So it was all just a dream
This prototype of you and I
Meant as a flying machine
To lift us up, to take us high
I got my hopes up too high
Utopia, a clear idea
Dreamt of embracing the sky
Was never here, not even near
But for a little while
I made you see it and believe
(That) you and I
Were meant to fly
A thousand miles above the sky
Soaring high
You and I
Were meant to fly
A thousand clouds are passing by
The friendly sky
