Somewhere in a world of people There's a bird, who's not like people And we comment on the broken moment of his pa**ing In the name of love, he stumbles In the jungle built by people Who ignore him and then refuse to listen to him flying He's flying in the feathered world Wandering in his private sadness That turns to madness When seen by people Who just can't see things The way he sees things But then he knows this they don't. They live in a world of people And the bird, is not like people And so we comment on the broken moment of his pa**ing Pa**ing through the peoples world Flying in the feathered world Wandering in his private sadness That turns to madness When seen by people Who just can't see things The way he sees things But then he knows this they don't. They live in a world of people And the bird, is not like people And so we comment on the broken moment of his pa**ing Pa**ing through a peoples world Flying in a feathered world Somewhere in a world