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
Fly on, ride through, maybe one day I can fly with you
Fly on
Fly on
Fly on