Here I sit, watching the sun
As it slowly rises in the sky
The air is clear
The day has just begun
Birds are singing
As they’re flying by
I know, I don’t know birds that well
But they always seem to sing about love
I really wish that they could tell
How it looks like
How it looks like
From above
Here I go, I’m on my way
I am searching for a song that makes me smile
The sun is high
The birds are out to play
They are singing
And I listen for a while
Well, I know, I don’t know birds that well
But they always seem to sing in harmony
And it sounds to me as they would tell
What it feels like
How it feels like
To be free
Now I sit, watching the moon
And I think of all the love we try to hide
The nightingale sings its favorite tune
It doesn’t need to share our foolish pride
Well, I know, I don’t know birds that well
But they always seem to sing about love
If we’d listen, maybe they could tell
How it feels like
How it feels like
Up above
How it feels like
How it feels like
To be loved