© Seven Below Inc. (BMI)
(Anastasio)

Flying machines
Paint the morning sky
There's a white crescent moon
Hanging up high

Surrounded by blue
And the waves roll in
And collapse on the sand

Sun shows its face and shines on the land
Shines on the land
Shines on the land

Flying machines
With broad, majestic wings
Lines in the sky, I hear them sing

Perfectly designed
These scenes flash by
And they're yours and they're mine

Yesterday's over
Time takes its toll
Sweet birds are flying like the wings of my soul
The warm breeze
Our eyes to the sky
Feel the ebb and flow of the changing tide
Feel the ebb and flow of the changing tide

Flying machines
As we make our way
White moon is speechless with nothing to say
Ease into a glide
Such graceful things
Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings (x4)

Flying machines (x8)