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, he was 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