Oh, she showed me that man can't fly From a window far up in the sky. It didn't matter much to me that day. I didn't know her that well anyway. Well, she smiled at me as I was passing by Below the window far up in the sky. I didn't even bother to smile back, I was preparing for the new counter-attack. And so the precious bird of truth was crashlanding. I didn't see the warning. The righteous winter was almost neverending. And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire. ♪ Oh, she felt the need to be some kind of heroin, But you can't fly with the shattered wings. I held my hands up to protect my eyes, 'Cause on the screen they were displaying her lies. Well, I saw the dive, and I ran away, 'Cause I knew there would be rain that day. I didn't even bother to look back. I was preparing for the new counter-attack. And so the precious bird of truth was crashlanding. I didn't see the warning. The righteous winter was almost neverending. And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire. Oh yes, the precious bird of truth was crashlanding. I didn't see the warning. The righteous winter was almost neverending. And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire.