You don't exist, you move too fast through this place
You're so hard and solid, race on solar winds through open space
As galaxies crumble, and smash together
You left me just one feather
If you could trade machines for wings
Would you streak through the sky like furred lightning?
If I could trade my hands for wings
Would you let me find you?
Will you stop morphing can you stop changing
Will you stop changing, changing
Will you stop changing can you stop changing
Wolf's feather, changing, changing
I can't stop changing, I can't stop
I'm lost in an odd beast that must be me
There's no-one else for it to be