Prototype-Adrian Solo

So here is where it all ends Another prototype, meant to be our plans and documents were they all just make believe? So here is where we descend It's in the irony of it all There's no need to pretend: Our flying start came to a fall But for a little while I made you see it and believe (That) you and I were meant to fly a thousand miles above the sky soaring high You and I were meant to fly a thousand clouds are passing by the friendly sky So it was all just a dream This prototype of you and I Meant as a flying machine To lift us up, to take us high I got my hopes up too high Utopia, a clear idea dreamt of embracing the sky was never here, not even near But for a little while I made you see it and believe (That) you and I were meant to fly a thousand miles above the sky soaring high You and I were meant to fly a thousand clouds are passing by the friendly sky