(C. Knox) 

    

  I know why 

Fish swim in the sky 

And beat their leather wings 

Until they're high and dry 

We fly in the face of fashion 

Full scale and fair 

We fly in the face of fashion 

With passion rare 

Weave and sigh 

My angel and I 

Reach our hands above the clouds 

And rip the seething sky 

We fly in the face of fashion 

Full scale and fair 

We fly in the face of fashion 

With passion rare 

My oh my 

My angel and I 

Reach our hands above the clouds 

And rip the seething sky