Letras de The Fly

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 star juice on Mars
Miss our connection and cry
′Cause I don't know why I am a fly

The major is dead
It went to his head
We gonna fly