Bright Sky

Geese come rushing on a river of wind
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 Wild music ripples like a wake behind
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 Go higher, go higher where the wind is all
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 Where the bullets get tired and fall
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 They fly out of vision taking part of my soul
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 Well, maybe together we can touch down whole
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 I never saw the colours in the northern dark
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 But there were all those people floating like Noah's Ark
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 And we all rush away on a river of wind
 In the bright sky, bright sky
 But if i live i'll be coming back again
 In the bright sky, bright sky