My high-flying, high-flying bird, My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying bird,
Has flown from out my arms, I thought myself her keeper, She thought I meant her harm
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, high-flying bird, Sober in the morning light Things look so much different To how they looked last night As whispers circulate all day Their back-stage baby princess passed away The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man
In the foreign field of death
My high-flying bird
Has flown from out my arms I thought myself her keeper
She thought I meant her harm
She thought I was the archer A weather-man of words My high-flying bird
Has flown from out my arms I thought myself her keeper
She thought I meant her harm She thought I was the archer
A weather-man of words
But I could never shoot down My high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, high-flying bird
The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red, You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
In the foreign field of death
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