| Lyrics: | Pass away the hours, hear the footsteps of the past
Walking up the stairs of time, knowing that
I'm trapped
Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement south
Thinking that it's better
there
The warmer climes that we seek out
Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting
anywhere
And how much misery can one soul take?
Trying to fly away might have been your fist
mistake
Poor bird flies up int he air
Never getting anywhere
Picking petals off a
flower, loves me, loves me not
Is love another way to count the things you haven't got?
We
wish the best to all our friends, young and old alike
When the dust has settled in the sky, you
can have anything you like |
