12 hours later, And I'm walking around
Still finding the sound, that I need.
And the sun floats around,
Showing off its colours to be found.

And I wish I could describe it,
like what I feel for you,
And I wish I could write it;
A song that keeps us happy.

And the people, they walk, right into
each other, like they're blind.
And the cars, they keep crashin',
because they've no time.

And I bet the people,
who listen to those sounds,
will claim it was getting boring,
when the next thing comes around.

I'll just keep flying, with you and the birds.