The Fly — Sarah Brightman

I know a colorful room Where we can fly And take a spin to the moon On Aunt Angelica's Pie

'Coz 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