Picture of a Bird - Fruit Bats

Looking at a picture of a bird

From a series of books about the sea

And the life above and in it

Looking at a picture of a bird

Staring out the window

Of an elevated train in a storm

Of blossoms and debris

Staring out the window

Looking at a jumble of words

From something that you once wrote to me

You said, «I'll never leave»

Still you’re looking at the jumble

Everybody’s gotten their hearts burnt

From the turnpikes to the mud roads

They got nothing left to die for

And they got nothing left to run from

Heading past the ring road

To the place where you came from you see

It’s not your destiny

Still you’re heading past the ring road

Looking into windows

People got their fires lit today

Gonna find your own cave

Where you’ll be looking at a picture of a bird

Looking at a picture of a bird

From a series of books about the sea

And life above and in

Looking at a picture of a bird