I can hear the sound
Of the north star calling (calling, calling)
Turn your high beams on
(Stay on my wing)
I’m falling (falling, falling)
And spinning and turning (and turning)
This is ultra glide
The beginnings of great things
Cannot be seen by your naked eye
Crack the skies like lightning
Mama’s little sonic boom
Is simply frightening
I’m a skyscraper
Float like a butterfly
Acrobatic
Sting like a B-52
Dramatic
And the radar, the radar looks on you
No static
Can I reach it now
I’m not up here of them
God only knows
And he ain’t talkin’
I’m a skyscraper
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