The Falcons

Looking up, up
Up for love, finally

(Hey, hey)
Down in the foundry we forge for us the changing bell
Turn your back against the wind
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 resting of the old machinery
Rusting 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 cross the border line

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
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