As the sun sets beyond the pyramids
To greet me with its rays
I place my hand on my forehead
To see your chariots flames
Watch me kneel before you
Hear the cats meowing in the temple
They yearn the milk you cascaded
As I yearn that promised treasure
There s a little bird that somebody sends
Down to the earth to live on the wind.
Born on the wind and he sleeps on the wind
This little bird that somebody sends.
He s light and fragile and feathered sky blue,
So thin and graceful the sun shines...
It s a test, I adapt or die
When most of it is an all out lie
A story s been undisclosed against a will that was never told
Undisclosed who s bad or good
They ve the force they ll make it good
They...
