Walking in the Air

My favourite christmas' song 05


We're walking in the air.
We're floating in the moonlit sky.
The people down below
are sleeping as we fly.

I hold on very tight.
I'm riding in the midnight moon.
I'm hiding till I die so high
above the view

I fly onto the moon.
The village has collapsed like me.
The houses & the hills have sank
beneath the seas.

We're trying to believe.
The spirit will not die.
What happened in the past
may kill us now, but why?