Flying so high You can hear them You can see them There on their wave Over to you No one can scape This kind of war Forty thousand feet Above the floor And the little children Have nowhere to run They don't even know what's going on
Flying so high You can hear them You can see them There on their wave Over to you No one can scape This kind of war Forty thousand feet Above the floor And the little children Have nowhere to run They don't even know what's going on