My memory of the sound
left an echo on the ground
Watch as we move backwards now
Motionless we move backwards now
Motionless we float around
Night and day. So you say. Wide awake
Help me leave...once more

Winter come you left me here
Silver city February
Losing feathers one by one
Now you look so ordinary

Wouldn't you like one of us?

Winter pass and I'm still here
My we've grown since February
Golden grinning ear to ear
Now we feel so ordinary

Wouldn't you like one of us?