we used to run across the fields,
the sun was shining and we were shining.
now we're crying and the flowers are dying.

the beds are worn out,
from all the nights that i have died.
i used to feel so young, flying happily and free
now i'm happy if they just let me be.

i never used to cry
but all the crows they had to die.

you told me feathers are for peace
and that love is more than meets
but love and pebbles in the street
have made me dream and fall away,
where are we now, i cannot say.