| Blackbird flying in the sky | |
| Please don't look me in the eye | |
| You are very very lucky | |
| It's never easy to find me | |
| The winter's coming now you've grown | |
| The cold will numb you to the bone | |
| It cuts you through so that you know | |
| In pain the minutes go so slow | |
| Your soul and mine will carry on | |
| When this transparent world is gone | |
| There's nothing strange in what I say | |
| It's always meant to be this way | |
| Power streams where love is strong | |
| Energy converting, never gone | |
| There's never going to be an end | |
| A million atoms can't pretend | |
| Until the cold ground swallows me | |
| Me and Ide, go running free | |
| Then we'll change, not disappear | |
| All channels receiving loud and clear | |
| Birdman think he owns the sky | |
| But he can't look me in the eye | |
| I walk on gilded mirror blades | |
| I walk on razors feel no pain | |
| In the heat of summertime | |
| Rolling thunder is my sign | |
| I understand what's going on | |
| I'm gonna fly right to the sun |