Falconer - Corsair

Running through the fire, they took all I’ve got

Tore it all away but not my blood

Not my blood

Up in the air, birds they merge and part

Got the fuel pumping through me, like they do

Like they do

Marking his prey and he’s heading right for it

Round the corner there’s got to be something true

Something true

From a distance it grows stronger

I con’t see it but I feel it

I feel it

From inside and within these walls

Through the window its all right, its alright

But outside and on the streets

It’s all a mess, it’s all a mess