Sometimes you feel close
Like the rugged clay beneath my feet
I’ve lived so many lives
And now I’m here
What do they mean to me
A wind escaped my wings
I’m pressed to fly
But flying weather’s wrong
I cannot tell the north or south
The east or west
The evening song
The lullaby, the lullaby
Out here singing lulla-lie’s
Lullaby’s and dreams
Have got me nowhere, it seems
That wind escaped my wings
I’m pressed to fly
But flying weather’s wrong
I need to find the morning song
I’m here to find the morning song..
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