| Song | Too High To Fly |
| Artist | Dokken |
| Album | Dysfunctional |
| 作词 : Dokken, Lynch | |
| (dokken, lynch) | |
| We sold our sons and we sold our daughters | |
| Pretty soon we'll sell our brothers | |
| We took the gold, but the gold was water | |
| I tried to save the world, but i failed her | |
| She cries the tears that i never left her | |
| I left them all behind | |
| You were sitting in your darkest hour | |
| Summer's gone | |
| We tried to make the world so much better | |
| We send our words in a pretty perfumed letter | |
| You sit alone in your ivory towers | |
| I'm just one person, i don't matter | |
| You tap the needle, and you went to heaven | |
| You left it all behind | |
| Now you're feeling oh so better | |
| Chorus | |
| Too high to fly | |
| You should've seen me there (yeah) | |
| Too high to fly, my baby | |
| But you were almost there | |
| The sun shines down on my face | |
| But you don't feel a thing (no, no, no) | |
| The lines on the street, and the some rises | |
| You looked too long for heaven, now you're blinded, baby | |
| Another morning sun | |
| Another day gone by | |
| The storm's coming | |
| With the pouring rain | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| The storm comes with the pouring rain (salvation) | |
| The lines in the street, and the smoke rises | |
| Wanderin' round for forty days, hope you find it | |
| Chorus 3 |
| zuò cí : Dokken, Lynch | |
| dokken, lynch | |
| We sold our sons and we sold our daughters | |
| Pretty soon we' ll sell our brothers | |
| We took the gold, but the gold was water | |
| I tried to save the world, but i failed her | |
| She cries the tears that i never left her | |
| I left them all behind | |
| You were sitting in your darkest hour | |
| Summer' s gone | |
| We tried to make the world so much better | |
| We send our words in a pretty perfumed letter | |
| You sit alone in your ivory towers | |
| I' m just one person, i don' t matter | |
| You tap the needle, and you went to heaven | |
| You left it all behind | |
| Now you' re feeling oh so better | |
| Chorus | |
| Too high to fly | |
| You should' ve seen me there yeah | |
| Too high to fly, my baby | |
| But you were almost there | |
| The sun shines down on my face | |
| But you don' t feel a thing no, no, no | |
| The lines on the street, and the some rises | |
| You looked too long for heaven, now you' re blinded, baby | |
| Another morning sun | |
| Another day gone by | |
| The storm' s coming | |
| With the pouring rain | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| The storm comes with the pouring rain salvation | |
| The lines in the street, and the smoke rises | |
| Wanderin' round for forty days, hope you find it | |
| Chorus 3 |