|
warm invitation |
|
to breathe in my first breath |
|
shoulders sure are heavy |
|
with these wings about to stretch |
|
we're waking up, clinging to |
|
the rafters |
|
sensing summer winds are coming in |
|
when just above me |
|
a hundred of my brothers are |
|
ready for this journey to begin |
|
and we're off, heading home now |
|
and in my body there is buried |
|
some strange memory of |
|
how to fly, what to follow |
|
and it will lead me to the origin |
|
of me, |
|
prehistory |
|
how long was i asleep? |
|
all these colors opening like |
|
bright kaleidescopes of walking dreams |
|
you won't believe the view |
|
I'm taking a dive into the crystal river |
|
I'm gonna find The Friend |
|
and give her the sweetest kiss |
|
creation ever knew |
|
Oh and when she blushes |
|
all the secrets in her eyes |
|
become the songs of old and wiser ones |
|
who flew this path before me |
|
and if you hear it too |
|
then why not sing it? |
|
pick up where they left off |
|
and wing it |
|
the rest of them will marvel at the sky |
