The Flying Club Cup

I built my house of reeds
Upon a marsh in Aliès
My father was released
A day's walk from St. Denis
We buried him beneath the bone white sands of St. Navis

Silence of an airborne night
Perched high above the roof
Daughters of the red light's blood
Look high, see what's above
The city lights and restless nights
Go on, so long below
You and I, wide eyed beside
A fire sparked from gold!

It's yours
It's yours It's yours It's yours!



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Condon
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