The Falcons - Patrick Wolf

Hey, hey

Fire, fire

Down in the foundry

We forge for us the changing bell

Turn your back against the winds

Spit down the wishing well

With nothing left to waste but opportunity

To be the lovers we have longed to be

Now things are looking up, up, up for you

Looking up, up, up for me

Looking up, up, up for us

Finally

We cross the border line

To wake the sleep of color under wind turbines

Look at the rusting of the old machinery

Rusted away, a part of history

Now things are looking up, up, up for you

Looking up, up, up for me

Looking up, up, up for us

Hey, finally

We crossed the border line

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up

What brings you joy will take your tears

You’ve been holding back too many years

But you were down and out of luck

Now side by side, we’re looking up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Finally

Looking up, up, up for you

Looking up, up, up for me

Looking up, up, up for us

Time to ring that changing bell

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up