i have a flask but i do not have the wine
i have a suit but i do not have a dime
oh
pity me garuda
i don't where to begin
i had a love and she called me valentine
i walk alone on streets below these peaks
of stone that block the sky
my hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped
the rarest ever damselfly
i had a love and she was always true
i had a drink yes i gambled then she flew
oh
pity me garuda
and turn my hands into wings
i'm coming back to the station i am due
my eyes are small and dark
my pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast
i fly above the earth for what it's worth
i search for love lost in the past