Never Seeing the Ground for the Sky

I can see the light

I turn from wrong to rightshining down above from

Tokyoon a less than supersonic flightand all

I really want to know

I really really need to knowis how many timescan a person try to hold it togetherflying too highjust revolvingnever seeing the ground - for the skylook in my eyesand try to tell me that you're seeing anotherdo you feel it when you're flying above herand how many waysnot the highs - problem solvingbelieving the lowsand revolvingnever seeing the ground - for the skynow the time is rightunder brand new ultraviolet lighton a subway underneath tokyo

I turn from wrong to rightand just before

I have to gohow many waysthere's something that

I need to konwsomething isn't rightcan a woman sympathise with her motherand the family life is touch and gonobody knows anymorewhether love can go from one to the otherbelieveing the lowsnot the high - never knowingwell

I'm taking a pice of the blue skyand revolvingnever feeling the lows - only

I can see the lightnever seeing the ground - for the sky