Through avenues
And the city streets
People pass by quietly
The pretty girls
In their glad rags
They look far from discreet
The stubbiness of the begging man
He stands vacant and lost within
It illustrates our emptiness
It fuels my wild scepticism, my scepticism
I'm past persuading and beyond all lies
But still I have to wonder why
Somewhere out there on a painted sky
There flies my bird
There flies my bird
Through all my dreams
And my visions
I still aim to feel complete
These shadows fall
Can't heal these wounds
But you can help me look within, look within
I'm past persuading and beyond all lies
But still I have to wonder why
Somewhere out there on a painted sky
There flies my bird
There flies my bird
There flies my bird