He, who is falling to the ground With a bullet in his chest Was brought down by his own hand Hardly noticed by the rest
He, who has soared above the clouds Now will die upon the ground For he could remember As a pilot of the war And the life that was his was war
Death was his only hope at last And the glories of his past Follow in his footsteps As he crumbles to the grass
He was a child before the war And he thought of nothing more Higher than the clouds were As a pilot he could soar And the life that was his was war
CHORUS
Soaring, soaring 'bove the clouds That are not so high, not so high He was soaring, a pilot of the war He was soaring, a pilot of the war He was soaring, a pilot of the war.
Ah, there's a trillion of us now And we burn the world away Old man on the park bench Did he have something to say?
Now as the is in the past We forget, he was the last For he could remember As a pilot of the war And the life that was his was war