Several miles high
In the earth’s sky
I lost my feathers
But I learned how to fly
Something in a dream
What could it mean?
Lots of people talking
Few of them sing

Now I come rolling over like a hurricane
Or a tornado I take it slow
And if you would see
The wind accusing me of indecency
Let it be

Fourteen miles deep
Under a sea
Laid there sleeping
For centuries
Underneath your mind
There lays an island
Watch as the water
Flood through your eyes

Now I come rolling over like a hurricane
Or a tornado I take it slow
And if you would see
The wind accusing me of indecency
Let it be

I wonder what it’s like for you
When your children say:
“What happened to me? What happened to me? What happened to me?”
Do your ears burn with pain inside
When a voice says:
“I’m on a battlefield, dad. I’m on a battlefield, dad. I’m on a battlefield”
Do you think the light from space
Comes down to say:
“I never wanted to be here”?