O Flock of birds Hovering above Just a flock of birds Thats 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 Fly on Flock of birds Hovering above Into smoke Im 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 theyre gone Fly on Fly on, ride through Maybe one day Ill fly next to you Fly on, ride through Maybe one day I can fly with you Fly on
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 15:35:12 +0000