If I had wings on which to fly, up in your clear blue sky, I'd fly so far and fly so high, where no human eyes could ever pry.
If I had wings on which to fly, I'd fly though clouds with rain, and wash away sorrows and lies, and wash away the pain.
If I had wings on which to fly, high in your atmosphere, where I could hear your longing cry, only then my heart would know no fear
