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
