I was sitting next to my work desk one late evening in November 1998 after having been rolling some notes for riffs on a new song. There was one fly flying against to the brightness of the lamp I had on the table and constantly burning itself in the heat. I saw it in a way the fly was a girl who bur...
Time is passing by, you gotta make it through the night
Until the morning you say "Goodbye, for now darling."
Maybe you will come back, on another day you'll do that
Go away with the wind, it takes you now
We are flying high
Saying farewell would be a lie
There's no need tonight to spend a sleepless lonely night
We are flying high
There's no way to say goodbye
You're denying, why?
I'll be back and then you'll be mine
It's night, you gotta be the fly
Flying to the lamp, burning her little chances in the light
She'll never learn to bite, but for now you cannot fight
And you're here to do it tight, burn your wings now and cry
We are flying high
Saying farewell would be a lie
There's no need tonight to spend a sleepless lonely night
We are flying high
There's no way to say goodbye
You're denying, why?
I'll be back and then you'll be mine