Monarch (Live)
Warm invitation
To breathe in my first breath
Shoulders sure are heavy
With these wings about to stretch
I'm waking up
Clinging to the there afters
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 how now
And in my body there is buried some strange memory
Of how to fly, of what to follow
And it will lead me to the origin of me
Pre-history
How long was I asleep?
All these colors opening like bright kaleidoscopes
Of waking dreams you won't believe the view
I'm taking a dive into the crystal river
I'm gonna find a friend who gives
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, wing it
The rest of them will marvel at the sky
And we're off, heading how now
And in my body there is buried some strange memory
Of how to fly, of what to follow
And it will lead me to the origin of me
Pre-history
And in my body there is buried some strange memory
Of how to fly, of what to follow
And it will lead me to the origin of me
Pre-history
To breathe in my first breath
Shoulders sure are heavy
With these wings about to stretch
I'm waking up
Clinging to the there afters
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 how now
And in my body there is buried some strange memory
Of how to fly, of what to follow
And it will lead me to the origin of me
Pre-history
How long was I asleep?
All these colors opening like bright kaleidoscopes
Of waking dreams you won't believe the view
I'm taking a dive into the crystal river
I'm gonna find a friend who gives
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, wing it
The rest of them will marvel at the sky
And we're off, heading how now
And in my body there is buried some strange memory
Of how to fly, of what to follow
And it will lead me to the origin of me
Pre-history
And in my body there is buried some strange memory
Of how to fly, of what to follow
And it will lead me to the origin of me
Pre-history
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Alber
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