Beautiful day

She’ll be sitting in the corner at Sophie's Side
Just like every Wednesdays night
She’ll be having another beer late at night
Feeling high after concertnight
Trying to fly high
Fly high

For a moment she feels better, all the pain is gone
She thinks of going home
For a moment she forgot why she came along
While listening to depressing songs
Have to Fly High,
Try to fly high

Too tired to go home, too tired yet to stay,
No decision is on its way,
There’s nothing left that keeps her here in the crowded hall
Still noone waiting at home so far,
So she’s flying high,
flying high.

Beautiful time passes by
Cannot be brought back
Beautiful hair, falling down
Cannot be brought back
Beautiful day passes by,
Bye-Bye.