A miner in a mine* Couldn't find what I thought of you A light, all the lights Couldn't shine on what I thought of you A crow on a log All agog with what I thought of you Belief, oh blind belief Can't believe what I thought of you And I could fly I could fly First we live And then we die Alive, a world alive Living by what I thought of you One police, ten police Throw their shields at what I thought of you Balloons, an iron lung And those in the womb Hold their breath for you And every chair Every chair and table set Spread their legs for you Alive, a world alive Living by what I thought of you I, I could fly We could fly We could've fallen...