Turn me on
Tune me in
I got butterflies and a glass of gin
Could it be
What's on your mind
I'm jumping hoops for you to keep my thoughts in line
Fly ...
High ...
Fly ...
High ...
Traffic lights beneath the sky
I'm calling oh calling
Cloak me in your warm feel
I'm falling oh falling
Fly ...
High ...
Fly...
High...
Dancing round your table
Walking on tight cables
Take me off these chains coz
I want to be free...
Fly...
High...
Fly...
High...