All his life blown by wildfire
Like a spark cause an effect
One loose word, revolution
One kind act, whole armies give thanks

Falling dove, born of ocean
Found by man, lived on his own
Lift a sail, tighten the knots
Lift him up, barely breathing

Falling dove, do you believe in us?
Like I believe in us
Is the [bad word] ever strange enough?

You keep defending me
When I'm behaving badly
'Cause you love me
'Cause you love me too much

May the best of fortune bless you
Could any creature be unmoved
The humble nature of redemption

The simple act of finding a use
Hoping and almost praying
Believing for a moment it's [bad word] 
I make a rendezvous in Moscow station
midnight passenger, the cafe is closed
In St. Petersburg the door slides open
And I'm a dead man till I see her walk through
Falling dove