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 star juice on Mars
Miss our connection and cry
'Cause I don't know why I am a fly
The major is dead
It went to his head
We gonna 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 star juice on Mars
Miss our connection and cry
'Cause I don't know why I am a fly
The major is dead
It went to his head
We gonna fly
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Peterson, Sarah Brightman
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