Life in the air

A fingers open like a little kite,
Hear the music by electric lightning.
A lady riding on its maiden flight,
High above the skies and dreams of flying.

A sound of thunder from electric lightning,
Something blowing through the air disaster.
Like an island on the mountain climbing,
Become a supersonic passenger.

Connection on commercial enterprise.
The sound of music by electric lightning,
We rock the planet like an eagle flies,
Everybody needs a way of flying.

A sailing on an ancient maiden flight.
Coming from the super constellation,
Riding high and flying like a kite,
Enchanted by the lack of demonstration.

Something strange and such a visionary.
I never thought of walking through the writing,
Along the road without obituary,
Like an island on a mountain climbing.