We all haunt in the sky at night (ah-ah-aa)
We all haunt in the sky at night (ah-ah-aa)

Under a sea of clouds I fly
Would the wind fly round as she tumbles?
Something fell from the blue-white snow
Bright light grew and string my bow
The wind shall seek with the sailor and me
Is the concrete love if I saw one

We all haunt in the sky at night
We all haunt in the sky at night

Under a sea of clouds I fly
Would the wind fly round as she tumbles?