Friendly Fires - For Against

Flying so high

Flying so high

You can hear them

You can see them

They’re on their way

They’re on their way

Over

To you

No one can escape

This kind of war

Fourty-thousand feet

Above the floor

And the little children

Have nowhere to run

They don’t even know

What’s going on

Flying so high

Flying so high

You can hear them

You can see them

They’re on their way

They’re on their way

Over

To you