I was like a bird in the sky I could sing, I could fly away in this Word I’m leaving no trace behind It’s hard to see me It’s hard to find me, girl, in this Word Sometimes I fall to the ground Without making a sound Sometimes I fall on my face Sometimes I fall to the ground Without making a sound Sometimes I fall on my face Above the roofs, above the clouds I can hide and sing so loudly that I forget Sometimes I fall to the ground Without making a sound Sometimes I fall on my face Sometimes I fall to the ground Without making a sound Sometimes I fall on my face In disgrace