Original lyrics
ENWith the motion of a bird
With a broken wing
No beasts of prey
Are hungry for now
Hair raising prospects
In head tone harmony
When the way is finally found
In the stacks and piles
Of dead promises
That we keep around
From the grotto haze
The days will elevate
From near ruination
To the dã©tente
From the bedlam block
To the real time rodeo
When the way is finally found
In the stacks and piles
Of dead promises
That we keep around
When the way is finally found
In the stacks and piles
Of dead promises
That we keep around
