Where do all the dead birds go?
Where do all the dead birds go?
They fly so high near the sun and leave
So where do all the dead birds go?
Where do all the dead birds go?
When I was a child I dreamed
That they would only cross the sea
But now that I am older I fear
That there is nothing where we go.
So where do all the dead birds go?
Where do all the dead birds go?
They leave this shore
Are never seen no more
So where do all the dead birds go?
In the sky
Untie the boat, leave the shore
Sail the world, break the groyne
Search for meaning, beat this fear
See all life, crystal-clear
Where do all the dead birds go?
Well I heard a story
Of a fearless, joyful child
It was living veiled in a village
On an island far away.
I cried to my baby
"What do you see when you close both your eyes?
Well, what do you see? Tell me what do you see?
What do you see? What do you dream?
What do you keep in the safety of your heart?"
Where do all the dead birds go?
The light in her eyes was bright and clear
And nowhere was she bleeding with any fears.
I asked the little girl "How do you keep your faith?"
"I only know what's here and now!"
I tried to find out what she really meant.
Is it "here" is it "now" that fears are resent?
I tried to understand, life and its friends,
But death is in the air, I hear it breathing.
Where do all the dead birds go?
She said "I believe in a country,
A country far away.
Where both you and I and all I call mine
Will still be alive and will live for all time.
That's where all the dead birds go.
So there is more I'm sure.
Somewhere behind the clouds.
I don't know if it's true, I don't know if it's real,
But it makes me feel better, my fears will be healed.
Where do all the dead birds go?
The wind is crashing on the surface
Taking me out to sea
I see they're leaving me without boundaries
Wings and feathers are spreading
Watch! I'm flying!
We float till we fly
We bear till we die – we fly.
We are little birds that rise.
Time has no meaning till we go
We are just little birds that rise.