Jackdaws shouting

They're not used to moving figures

Breathing out steam

Leaving small drops on my lips

Watching as time goes by

Figuring out what's inside

It's a parallel sky

Where pathes cross but never meet, oh

Somewhere in between reality, now

It's a surreal delight

When up is down, left is right

Jackdaws shouting

They're not used to moving figures

Breathing out steam

Leaving small drops on my lips

Watching as time goes by

Figuring out what's inside

And while we talk it turns up-side down

Round and round

I can see kindness where used to be a frown

Moving really really fast

Backwards

And up and falling, falling, falling

Out of big black nothingness

Onto the cold floor

Reborn

From a parallel sky

A parallel sky

A parallel..

Jackdaws shouting

They're not used to moving figures

Breathing out steam

Leaving small drops on my lips

Watching as time goes by

Figuring out what's inside

Sitting here watching reflections on my textbook

From the treetops and the birds above

What a peaceful moment to collect

Sometimes it seems like the world is staring back

Isn't that mad?