When the storm will come only the birdscan tell, but humans should be allowed to know as well.
I've some friends on the ground but the rest are in the sky, but we'll all meet again in the sweet bye and bye.
I want to start again, I'm envious of them, how they glide through every moment with nothing in their brains.
Like the people who wave at trains.
Try to build a dream to call my own, like playing solitaire in a cyclone.
But can I save the world, can I please them all.
Yeah, you can rob Peter Pan to pay Paul.
I want to start again, I'm envious of them, the way they move through every morning and go outside when it rains.
The people who wave at trains.
A chorus heard throughout the suburbs, open up your mouth and fake the words.
Suddenly they reawaken, snowdomes shaken, a kiss on the shoulder