Lyrics:

Somewhere in a world of people
There's a bird, who's not like people
And we comment on the broken moment of his passing

In the name of love, he stumbles
In the jungle built by people
Who ignore him and then refuse to listen to him flying

He's flying in the feathered world
Wandering in his private sadness
That turns to madness
When seen by people
Who just can't see things
The way he sees things
But then he knows this they don't.

They live in a world of people
And the bird, is not like people
And so we comment on the broken moment of his passing
Passing through the peoples world
Flying in the feathered world


Wandering in his private sadness
That turns to madness
When seen by people
Who just can't see things
The way he sees things
But then he knows this they don't.

They live in a world of people
And the bird, is not like people
And so we comment on the broken moment of his passing
Passing through a peoples world
Flying in a feathered world

Somewhere in a world