Flying Fish

See – like fishes in a stream

Caught up in a net

Trying to be free

I try, try to catch your eye

And us, just flying fish

Leaping in a stream

So I look around

And I hear that sound

As a million stars

Lift me up so far

And I wonder why

When I look into the sky

How such fine fish

Can end up like this?

Still, the roads are silent too

No car, no bus, no clue

Stuck between two walls

I seem…

Slight, like echoes down a pipe

Or whispers late at night

But nothing I can see

So I look around

And I hear that sound

As a million stars

Lift me up so far

And I wonder why

When I look into the sky

How such fine fish

Can end up like this?

While I was dreaming

I look out, look out

Something was happening

I look out, look out

Stream, the shit out of a dream

Caught up in the thread

Of plots we’ll soon forget

So I look around

And I hear that sound

As a million stars

Lift me up so far

And I wonder why

As I look into the sky

How such fine fish

Can end up like this?