Žodžiai dainai: Moody Blues. To Our Childrens Childrens Children. Higher And Higher.

Blasting, billowing, bursting forth
With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes
Man, with his flaming pyre
Has conquered the wayward breezes

Climbing to tranquility, far above the clouds
Conceiving the heavens, clear of misty shroud

Higher and higher
Now we've learned to play with fire
We go higher and higher and higher

Vast vision must improve our sight
Perhaps at last we'll see an end
To our own endless blight
And the beginning of the free

Climb to tranquility, finding its real worth
Conceiving the heaven, flourishing on earth

Higher and higher
Now we've learned to play with fire
We go higher and higher and higher