Migrations Songtext
von Tempus Fugit

The birds fly
Gently obscuring our own shadows
Delicately driven by the wind
Calm and ferocious
Turning to places never seen
To find themselves with the passing of time

My feathers
Are burned
Bright and glorious
Cold and brittle

I need to land upon my feet
Before I can walk this earth
How many times must our wings
Get clipped by the circumstance
And we vow we will sail the skies
Again


My feathers
Are burned
Bright and glorious
Cold and brittle

Show me an ocean that′s filled with tears
Show me a dream to fill with years
Show me an ear to fill with lies
I'll show you the tears
That fill these eyes

Listen closely and I will speak to you
Of dreams of flight
Emotions run tattered
Like the nest from which I fled
Migration routes are surely
Etched within my head

Time to take my first step
Then I′ll learn how to crawl
Then I'll walk proud and tall
Then I'll go through it all over again
Until it ends