The Fly - Sarah Brightman

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 starjuice on Mars

Miss our connection and cry

'Coz I don't know why

I am a fly

The major is dead

It went to his head

We gonna fly