A flock of birds hovering above

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 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

O...

Don't ever let go.