Above me in the cloudy night,
delta winking, shine so bright,
if I may, if I might, let me fly
with you through clouds tonight.

Are you real? You twinkle so fast.
Arrive so soon, then you’re past.
What’s it like to soar above?
Does it feel like long lost love?

We who stand by gravity,
live with both innocence, depravity;
you fly into sight, promise so much more,
but then you’re gone and all we get is roar.