Is it even possible to be completely happy?
We're
walking in the air,
We're
floating in the moonlit sky,
The people far below are sleeping as we fly...
Is it even possible for his arms to fit so perfectly around me?
I'm
holding very tight,
I'm
riding in the midnight blue,
Is it even possible for the sky to look this perfect? Does such beauty simply follow him? Follow love?
I'm finding I can fly so high above with you...
Is this happening?
Far
across the world,
The villages go by like trees,
the rivers
and the hills,
The forest and the streams...
Do all lost lovers find each other again? Or are we special? Exceptional? Blessed by the beauty of this night, this flight, this love?
Children
gaze open mouth,
Taken by surprise,
Nobody down below
believes their eyes...
Can Harry and the others ever understand what they've done? What joy they rekindled?
We're
surfing in the air,
We're
swimming in the frozen sky,
We're
drifting over icy,
mountains floating by...
Can you drown in love? Can you fall into the darkness of a beautiful dream like the waters of the deep?
Suddenly
swooping low,
On an ocean deep,
Arousing of a mighty monster
from its sleep...
Love is monstrous and terrible, beautiful and comforting. Love hurt me, love killed me, love killed us, love killed him, love hurt him. Now love is healing us. Healing what it hurt.
We're
walking in the air,
We're
floating in
the midnight sky,
And everyone who sees us greets us as we
fly...