Julian's Wings

Pass the city walls In the western rich stores Down in the south suburbs Julian's wings are touching down Across the poiled land are the painted smile Blue eyes are filtering stories, including clues Glimpses of glasses reflections one at a time Colours are flashing And Julian's wings are touching down And you wanna be the wind that carries him You want to be the wind that carries the winds back in Pass the city walls In the western rich stores Down in the south suburbs Julian's wings are resting now