A flock of birds
Hovering above
Just a flock of birds
That's how you think of love
And I always
Look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
'Cause they fly always
Sometimes they arrive
Sometimes they are gone
They fly on
A flock of birds
Hovering above
Into smoke I'm turned
And rise following them up
Still I always
Look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
'Cause they fly away
One minute they arrive
Next you know they're gone
They fly on
Fly on
So fly on
Ride through
Maybe one day I'll fly next to you
They fly on
Ride through
Maybe one day I come fly with you
Fly on
Fly on
Fly on
