"O"

"O"


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