I understand the principle 
Wrapped it up inside my skull 
I just cannot seem to make it real 

Downward stroke, back and up 
Downward stroke, back and up 

And even without hollow bones 
And burdened down by all these clothes 
Against the forces of the Earth 
I swear that I will make it real 

And when we go 
Take nothing with us 

Southerly 

And when it’s cold 
Then they will miss us 

Southerly 

I have intellectualized 
Looked at this from every side 
I just cannot seem to make it fly 

Downward stroke, back and up 
Downward stroke, back and up 

Hush, pretty bird, don't you know you can't sing? 
Whoosh, little bird gonna take to the sky