was standing on the mountain top
Dreamin´ of an eagle
Looking across the rocky landscape
I could feel my spirit leaving
Gilding on the high warm winds
Through this desert land
Restless like an old ghost
Lost in another sphere
High , I´m flying high
I don´t care if I live or if I die
High , I´m flying high
Does life have to be a lie
Maybe I´m just a nostalgic fool
That can´t see the decline
Or have I just been subjected to
A grim joke somewhere down the line
And even if I live through the despair
Alone this cruel hard land
Still restless like an old ghost
Still lost in another sphere
High , I´m flying high
I don´t care if I live or if I die
High , I´m flying high
Does life have to be a lie
Running through a nightmare
Don´t know if I dare
My wings they are broken
I´m a ship without sea
High , I´m flying high
I don´t care if I live or if I die
High , I´m flying high
Does life have to be a lie
EPILOGUE
My soul lifted , I was sailing high
Wonderful and floating
But after the storm
My wings were torn , torn to pieces
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As well as I and my inmost forwardness
Was torn to pieces
Ripped to shreds
Because the cloth were made of paper
And I was no more . . . .
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Lyrics by G.Fors
Dreamin´ of an eagle
Looking across the rocky landscape
I could feel my spirit leaving
Gilding on the high warm winds
Through this desert land
Restless like an old ghost
Lost in another sphere
High , I´m flying high
I don´t care if I live or if I die
High , I´m flying high
Does life have to be a lie
Maybe I´m just a nostalgic fool
That can´t see the decline
Or have I just been subjected to
A grim joke somewhere down the line
And even if I live through the despair
Alone this cruel hard land
Still restless like an old ghost
Still lost in another sphere
High , I´m flying high
I don´t care if I live or if I die
High , I´m flying high
Does life have to be a lie
Running through a nightmare
Don´t know if I dare
My wings they are broken
I´m a ship without sea
High , I´m flying high
I don´t care if I live or if I die
High , I´m flying high
Does life have to be a lie
EPILOGUE
My soul lifted , I was sailing high
Wonderful and floating
But after the storm
My wings were torn , torn to pieces
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As well as I and my inmost forwardness
Was torn to pieces
Ripped to shreds
Because the cloth were made of paper
And I was no more . . . .
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Lyrics by G.Fors