flock of birds

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. So fly on, ride through. Maybe one day I could fly next to you. Fly on.