"come down now", but we'll stay.

we tied ourselves to the ends of kites,

said goodbye to summer nights.

our morning jackets kept us warm,

as we passed through a night storm.

with hands held tight we sang out loud,

breaking through each darkened cloud.

everyone else below seemed dead,

as i looked to you and said

"we'll go down in history dear,

shoot down the sky with all our fears."

the world looked perfect from up there,

with us aligned with the night air.

you laughed a bit as the sun shown,

and we never landed, we were home.