The Fly
I know a colourful room
Where we can fly
And take a spin to the moon
On Aunt Angelica"s pie
I am a fly, pie in the sky
Across a harvest of stars
And constellations
We"ll drink
A starjuice on Mars
Miss our connection and cry
Coz I don"t know why
I am a fly
The major is dead
It went to his head
We
