Fly - The Church

Baby smiled like a tiny child

She talks her head off, and the land lies wild

Tossed and turned on a teardrop sea

And all the dark clowns who are following me

And they fly, she pointed up into the sky

And you can’t touch them if you try

And they fly

Baby left as she lost her breath

Hastens off to some unknown death

Trapped inside her painted eyes

Takes herself into a new sunrise