Birds don't need no engine

Here we were when we first started bending
Here we were when we first found out

And the hills pretending
to be fire for the airborne
and their seeds can be
the dreams of thriving form

Here we were when we first touched down
Here we were when we first laid down

Ahhhhh (eastern break down)

Here we were when we first spun out
Here we were when we first gave out

And my soul surrenders
to the fire for the airborne
and the anarchy
Is disguised as lifted love