The racket of voices, echoing through the subway
An striking hair color, drawing the eye from afar
I’ll never get used to the smell of this town, no matter how much time passes
I walk at a faster pace than others
I want to be just like that bird, racing high in the sky
With no one in my way
We can’t let ourselves end, not here
Thunderbird, flapping away
Thunderbird, high in the sky
Thunderbird
Seeing myself reflected in the glass of a cold, aloof building
I felt like I was a someone else, a stranger
Sometimes, I get like I can’t understand where I am
And it hurts, somewhere in my chest
I want to be just like that bird, racing high in the sky
With no one in my way
We can’t let ourselves end, not here
Thunderbird, flapping away
Thunderbird, high in the sky
Thunderbird