• Bird on a wire,
    Flightless for fear of falling,
    Let your feathers do the talking,
    And while they talk,
    Sing me a song, a beautiful serenade,
    Let your heart shine through,
    This sonorous facade.

    Tonight you're beautiful,
    The doves in Valhalla are calling you,
    Waste your life, with nothing to waste,
    Your mother thinks that you're a disgrace,
    You're black but you're golden,
    Open your wings, open your mouth,
    Let all you have left shine on, shine out,
    Today ghosts might haunt you,
    But the past's an unforgiving thing,
    This place isn't a place for you and me,
    Take my hand, and sing.