Bird
With the swallow in my hand
For a Weekend feeling blue
On a Saturday
Trying to catch the Eagle
Here comes the grand lady in black
Cause there's no more me and you
On a Saturday
For a while for an houre or two
No more waters never flow
Losing faces and control
And filling the seas
The wind carries tales
Of the trees turning green
The deep-red rose is the undoubted queen
On a Saturday
Try to catch the eagle
A warm dew of life while nature's in bloom
And I'm flying to the moon
On a Saturday
For a while for an hour or two
No more waters never flow
Losing faces and control
And filling the seas
I'm still aliiiiiiiiive
in the roaring waterfaaaaaaalls
I'm flying hiiiiiigh
[HEAVY REF.1]
in the trees while darkness calls
I'm flying high, I'm a bird while nature's newborn
And the walls come closer
[REF.2]
(I can't breathe) and the walls come closer now
(I cant't breathe) yes the walls come closer...