Beneath the clouds,
across the seasons in the wild,
lived a lonely girl, with a torn paper bird.
She was breathing in the frozen wind,
singing in the haze and waiting for a fortune teller and missing her father...
Standing by a river, was a weeping willow,
there lived an old man, blind and alone...
He was breathing in the frozen wind,
folding flying paper doves, dreaming...
that one day his Izzy would bring a dove back home.
Izzy, look around, there's a flying swirling bird.
He's hanging overhead and waiting for your hand.
But Izzy only saw a flying paper crow,
She ran to the sun and screamed into the wind.
She was crying so deeply,
dreaming of a father bird,
breathing so slowly,
freezing near a weeping willow...alone