Tis be one, alone with the twilight sky;
with that lonely blue tear in the corner of your eye.
You try to deny that you can not fly;
so take my hand so that we may go up high.
There was never a need for you to cry;
now that you're up here, watching the clouds go by.
Do you still wish to die now that you can fly?
You don't even have to ask, "Why".
This is my goodbye;
Now you really are up on high.
Now my angel, spread your wings so that you may fly;
now I'm the one who's going to cry.