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
They fly away Sometimes they arrive Sometimes they are gone They fly on
A flock of birds Hovering along 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'll fly with you
Fly on Fly on Fly on