Eric Whitacre

The Text

And all she ever thinks about
Is being any other place than this,
‘Cause she remembers having wings
But she’s forgotten what it’s like to feel a paradise of bliss.

And all I want to do is fly,
Just fly,
And all I want to do is fly,
Just fly…
To paradise!

And all she ever thinks about
Is memories of soaring through the sky,
‘Cause she remembers having wings
But she’s forgotten what it feels like to fly.

And all I want to do is fly,
Just fly,
And all I want to do is fly,
Just fly…
To paradise!

David Norona & Eric Whitacre