The Fly

I know a colorfull 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