[00:01.120]Now and then behind the rows[00:04.170]Of pearly teeth and fashion clothes[00:08.670]She sees them in the mirror-tiles[00:11.770]Trying on their latest smiles[00:16.160]Light and warmth from spotlight beams[00:19.410]Convincing them their nightmare is a dream[00:27.330]Now and then when they're at rest[00:30.150]Flocked in sleep in cuckoos' nests[00:34.520]Feeling safe no need to hide[00:37.770]She opens doors and windows wide[00:41.710]And poised upon her painted claws[00:45.400]She stretches out her gaudy wings and soars[00:51.210]Far away[00:55.020]Borne by the wind[00:58.520]She roams the sky[01:03.150]No one to say ... too low ... to high[01:10.650]Or count the lonely miles that she has flown[01:18.150]This world is hers alone[01:23.150]But then again behind the rows[01:25.960]She feels the piercing looks of those[01:30.020]Who watch her every move in case[01:32.840]She happens to forget her place[01:36.770]Who sum her up ... deny her flight[01:41.220]Aim their words and shoot her down on sight[01:46.650]Far away[01:49.650][01:50.540]Borne by the wind[01:53.910]She roams the sky[01:58.400]No one to stay ... too low ... too high[02:06.090]Or count the lonely miles that she has flown[02:13.590]This world is hers alone[02:20.650][02:42.530]Far away[02:46.100]Borne by the wind[02:49.530]She roams the sky[02:53.850]No one to stay ... too low ... too high[03:01.600]Or count the lonely miles.....[03:04.660]Far away[03:08.160]Borne by the wind[03:11.470]She roams the sky[03:16.230]No one to say ... too low ... too high[03:24.290]Or count the lonely miles that she has flown[03:31.190]This world is hers alone[03:34.820][03:40.820]Far awa