"Hey baby, baby bring your love to me" Repeats the radio relentlessly All day I dream a dream where feelings flee In free formation. The sweetest sound reflects in saddened eyes Defies description and identifies The heart that hungers for the sudden skies The souls migration.
Chorus: How sweet to fly To touch the sky To feel in the flow Like the one who glides there. I feel we flew We never knew But to know is to go When your heart resides there.
I take a winter coat and walk the square The people gather and the birds they scare Concrete and clay conspire to cage me there Among the lost boys. Down in the streets I see the trees grow bare Broken and battered in the thinning air The birds are scattered and my footsteps there I long for lost joy.
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Compositor: Roddy Frame (Aztec Camera) (PRS)Editor: Complete Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #1507261 em 11/Abr/2024