FLY ON (Ô)

A flock of birds hovering aboveJust a flock of birdsThat’s how you think of love

And I always look up to the skyPray before the dawn

Cause they fly alwaysSometimes they arriveSometimes they are gone

They fly on

A flock of birds hovering aboveInto smoke I’m turned and riseFollowing them up

Still I always look up to the skyPray before the dawn

Cause they fly awayOne minute they arriveNext you know they’re gone

They fly on

Fly on

So fly on, ride throughMaybe one day I’ll fly next to youFly on, ride throughMaybe one day I can fly with you

Fly onFly on

Fly on