(The sky)nSay a word for the foreign legionsnShe was once the apple of their eyenSusie on highnNo more than a memory as the years go passing bynSusie on highnnShe was once our lover, now we crynThis is the mourning of Susie HighnWill we find another butterfly?nThis is the mourning of Susie HighnThis is the mourning of Susie HighnThis is the mourning of Susie HighnSusie HighnnDid you think she'd live forever? (Did you think the gods would let her?)nLiving lighter than a feather? (Ha, my little go-getter)nShe was never very shy (Susie High)nA walking imitation of the skynnSusie made up a big inventionnFamous for the things that made her flynSusie on highnMechanical mistress, wings alight in darkest skynSusie on highnnA champion of aeronautic mindsnThis is the mourning of Susie HighnYet another sparrow left behindnThis is the mourning of Susie HighnThis is the mourning of Susie HighnThis is the mourning of Susie HighnSusie HighnnShe tried to fly beyond the ocean (causing such a big commotion)nThey played the tape in slower motion (so amazing, such devotion)nAnd then she fell into the Rhine (Susie High)nA walking imitation of the skynnDownwards you go when you follow the rainbownAmbition's a bastard afoot at your tablenThe Queen of our hearts - hardly more than a fablenThe Queen of all liesnSusie HighnnSusie HighnAh SusienWe believed in ya, we trusted yanBut you let us downnAnd now, we're crying our eyes out for yannNow every bird that ever chances (into our erotic glances)nMight be Susie back to Kansas (is she ours or is she Oz?)nAnd if you flap your wings you just might flynSusie HighnA walking imitation of the sky