Higher than the Sun

Hold my hand, breaking the sound barrier, tear up the sky See the world, all the dots turn into lines Let me now, take you to stratosphere, where's eight miles high Do you know, how to go across the milky way There's always the sun above the crowd He leaped out from the tower for the first one People kept the tale deep in their mind Till the wind came to hill of two young men Now, comes the time... Now, time to fly high... People didn't care about the mustache Though he'd been knowin' thousands of great flash There were few of children came aware And they swore to get it real deep in their mind Now, comes the time... Now, time to fly, fly high... Hold my hand, breaking the sound barrier, tear up the sky See the world, all the dots turn into lines Let me now, take you to stratosphere, where's eight miles high Do you know, how to go across the milky way Higher than the sun... Hold my hand, breaking the sound barrier, tear up the sky See the world, all the dots turn into lines Let me now, take you to stratosphere, where's eight miles high Do you know, how to go across the milky way Hold my hand... cos speeding up, fly away... Hold my hand... be an are of the light... Higher than the sun...