Lyrics:

I have a flask, but I do not have the wine
I have a suit, but I do not have a dime
Oh, pity me, Garuda
I don't know where to begin
I had a love and she called me Valentine
I walk alone on streets below these peaks
Of stone that block the sky
My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped
The rarest ever damselfly


I had a love and she was always true
I had a drink, yes, I gambled then she flew
Oh, pity me, Garuda
And turn my hands into wings
I'm coming back to the station, I am due
My eyes are small and dark
My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast
I fly above the earth for what it's worth
I search for love lost in the past