Song | The Leading Bird |
Artist | Markéta Irglová |
Album | Muna |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:19.62] | Clouds descend on grass grown wild |
[00:28.74] | Tall and grand, lush in hand |
[00:37.88] | They bend in air as man in prayer |
[00:46.97] | I'm weaving through, trying to get to you |
[00:58.35] | I'm running past birds of dawn |
[01:07.25] | They sing like heaven, they're leading on |
[01:15.27] | Yet I don't see slow motioned wings |
[01:24.57] | Like gold in sun, how it could be won |
[01:34.15] | White as snow silk-feathered doves |
[01:43.54] | Eternal glow, they easily know |
[01:54.76] | That life is grand in all its shapes |
[02:03.61] | Whether it gives, whether it takes |
[02:12.76] | That I am you, you are me |
[02:21.68] | Loving grace can set us free |
[02:30.62] | From sprinting far, above, beyond |
[02:39.37] | Being our own strong magic wand |
[03:56.68] | I’m pushing through, though knowing this |
[04:06.43] | Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss |
[04:14.45] | I’ll get there soon and dwell there some |
[04:23.66] | Til it’s time for the next cloud to come |
[04:33.75] |
[00:19.62] | Clouds descend on grass grown wild |
[00:28.74] | Tall and grand, lush in hand |
[00:37.88] | They bend in air as man in prayer |
[00:46.97] | I' m weaving through, trying to get to you |
[00:58.35] | I' m running past birds of dawn |
[01:07.25] | They sing like heaven, they' re leading on |
[01:15.27] | Yet I don' t see slow motioned wings |
[01:24.57] | Like gold in sun, how it could be won |
[01:34.15] | White as snow silkfeathered doves |
[01:43.54] | Eternal glow, they easily know |
[01:54.76] | That life is grand in all its shapes |
[02:03.61] | Whether it gives, whether it takes |
[02:12.76] | That I am you, you are me |
[02:21.68] | Loving grace can set us free |
[02:30.62] | From sprinting far, above, beyond |
[02:39.37] | Being our own strong magic wand |
[03:56.68] | I' m pushing through, though knowing this |
[04:06.43] | Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss |
[04:14.45] | I' ll get there soon and dwell there some |
[04:23.66] | Til it' s time for the next cloud to come |
[04:33.75] |
[00:19.62] | Clouds descend on grass grown wild |
[00:28.74] | Tall and grand, lush in hand |
[00:37.88] | They bend in air as man in prayer |
[00:46.97] | I' m weaving through, trying to get to you |
[00:58.35] | I' m running past birds of dawn |
[01:07.25] | They sing like heaven, they' re leading on |
[01:15.27] | Yet I don' t see slow motioned wings |
[01:24.57] | Like gold in sun, how it could be won |
[01:34.15] | White as snow silkfeathered doves |
[01:43.54] | Eternal glow, they easily know |
[01:54.76] | That life is grand in all its shapes |
[02:03.61] | Whether it gives, whether it takes |
[02:12.76] | That I am you, you are me |
[02:21.68] | Loving grace can set us free |
[02:30.62] | From sprinting far, above, beyond |
[02:39.37] | Being our own strong magic wand |
[03:56.68] | I' m pushing through, though knowing this |
[04:06.43] | Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss |
[04:14.45] | I' ll get there soon and dwell there some |
[04:23.66] | Til it' s time for the next cloud to come |
[04:33.75] |