Из альбома: To Our Childrens Childrens Children
Blasting, billowing, bursting forth
With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes,
Man with his flaming pyre
Has conquered the wayward breezes,
Climbing to tranquility far above the cloud,
Conceiving the heaven clear of misty shroud.
Higher and higher,
Now we've learned to play with fire,
We go higher
And higher
And higher.
Vast vision must improve our sight,
And perhaps at last we'll see
An end to our home's endless blight
And the beginning of the free.
Climb to tranquility, finding its real worth,
Conceiving the heavens flourishing on Earth.
Higher and higher,
Now we've learned to play with fire,
We go higher
And higher
And higher.