While they are perched on their wall,

Perfect in symmectrical proportions,

From there loft shadows fall,

Flakes of dust-born distortions.

Perfect in symmectrical proportions,

Wide wings are made gritty.

Flakes of dust-born distortions

Fall with the scales of their city.

Wide wings are made gritty

As all fly through falling glitter.

Drift with the scales of their city

And build a film while they titter.

As all fly through falling glitter,

Listen and hear the gold drop

And build a film as they titter

About swirling around raindrops.

Listen and hear the gold drop

From their lofty shadows, fall

About, swirling around raindrops,

While they are perched on their wall.