No little feet
Just padded paws
Clicking on linoleum floors
In this quiet city where everything's still
Except the crows
On the wing
On the wing
Hear them sing we are finally free
No messages
Just passing thoughts,
Flickering, unprecedented,
In this silent city where everyone's ill
Except the gulls
On the wing
On the wing
Hear them sing, we are finally free
We are finally free
Follow me, follow me