Vogelsong

If never there's a remanence of a powerful plight
It's time to go hunting to find winter clothes
To find where it grows in
Stormed spiked pressures in your bag there's a pipe
Yeah, we know within so much better now
Although the grass is dry, you see your kid as blind

She coasts down marble clay
She folds back flat pieces and kicking
She got room for loving
We cast down numbing gaze
She hold back her case, she's missing
So make room for everything

Cause you gotta know what the road knows
As you stop and stare at the dying skies
You ought to know where the fools lie
It all climbs to the cool side
Said that's where she'll grow wings, she'll fly
Suck 'em down your own roads
When it all decides it'll go, let's go



Credits
Writer(s): Brian White
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