Plummeting bird
Wings at your side
Hit by a missile
In the countryside
What is your evil?
That you must die
Yet never a tear
In your little bird’s eye
Did you struggle with angels?
And lose the fight
Do they take your wings?
And your power of flight
Plummeting bird
Who flew above Queens
Plummeting bird
Who flew above dreams
Plummeting bird
My oh my
Falling to earth
How well you die
With plumage like fire
That lights up the sky
Falling to earth
How well you die
Plummeting bird
With a dove in your claw
That flies to freedom
Before you hit the floor
