Lyrics

Hey, hey glory child, heyHey, glory child, don't you worryStuttering and shaken out of fearBeauty's never given in a hurrySo condescending, leave your questions hereHey, glory child, don't you worryI can see your skeleton so clearDoubting's only made your visions blurryYou're better off just looking in the mirrorShow me a better way, I wish you couldShow me a better way, I wish you wouldCome home todayYou could come home todayI am shooting stars, don't you see me?Watching over your every mistakeDigging out of graves is never easyHanding you my shovel here to takeAlways playing catch-me-if-you-canGingerbread, you heard I'm sweet to tasteClose your eyes, let go, and count to tenI'll keep track of every moment wastedShow me a better way, I wish you couldShow me a better way, I wish you wouldCome home todayYou could come home todayDear God, make me a birdSo I can fly far, far, far awayDear God, make me a birdSo I can fly far, far, far awayDear God, make me a birdSo I can fly far, far, far awayWarm winds on a space ride (space ride)When I call your phone on a late night (late night)I recall your soul had a taste like (taste like)Gardens, flowers, Warm WindsThe clouds below your feetQuit clipping on your wingsSometimes you hate to leave somebodyWhat's happening to we?Warm winds on a space rideWhen I call your phone on a late nightI recall your soul had a taste likeGardens, flowers, Warm WindsThe clouds below your feetQuit clipping on your wingsSometimes you hate to leave somebodyWhat's happening to we?Warm winds on a space rideSometimes I call your name out loudJust to make sure it's youSometimes I crack my veins openJust to see if it's blueYou clean me upThe clouds below your feet (clean)Quit clipping on your wings (our wings, yeah)Sometimes you hate to leave somebody (you'll see)What's happening to we?Warm winds on a space rideWhen I call your phone on a late nightI recall your soul had a taste likeGardens, flowers, Warm WindsThe clouds below your feetQuit clipping on your wingsSometimes you hate to leave somebodyWhat's happening to we?Warm winds on a space rideSometimes I bite my lips and close my eyesJust to pretend it's youLong live lonely thoughts on Thursday nightsThat's when I think of youWe were all 13 once (once)Long live tramp stamps and Pepper Ann (Pepper Ann)You will never judge me for that (uh-uh)You will always love me for that (uh-huh)What's happening to we?Warm winds on a space rideWhen I call your phone on a late nightI recall your soul had taste likeGardens, flowers-

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