Birds

制作人 : Ryuichi Sakamoto/Roddy Frame

Hey baby, baby, bring your love to me

Repeats the radio relentlessly

All day I dream a dream where feelings flee

In free formation

The sweetest sound reflects in saddened eyes

Defies description and identifies

The heart that hungers for the sudden skies

The souls migration

How sweet to fly, to touch the sky

To feel in the flow like the one who glides there

I feel we flew, we never knew

But to know is to go when your heart resides there

I take a winter coat and walk the square

The people gather and the birds they scare

Concrete and clay conspire to cage me there

Among the lost boys

Down in the streets I see the trees grow bare

Broken and battered in the thinning air

The birds are scattered and my footsteps there

I long for lost joy

How sweet to fly, to touch the sky

To feel in the flow like the one who glides there

I feel we flew, we never knew

But to know is to go when your heart resides there

How sweet to fly, to touch the sky

To feel in the flow like the one who glides there

I feel we flew, we never knew

But to know is to go when your heart resides there