Bones

Oh, if I were a bird, I'd whistle, I'd sing
But I am a boy made of bones and not wings
And yet someday I'm sure I'll fly
And then only then will I know the sky

And she calls me home
Oh, one day I might go
And she calls me home
Oh, one day I might go

And as the sky isn't mine, you'd think I'd love the land
But I'll never love what I own, I'm a man
I'm as stuck in my ways as a link in a chain
Whilst my heart it is wild, my mind has grown tame

And she calls me home
Oh, one day I might go
And she calls me home
Oh, one day I might go

Now your mind it has grown and you're no longer young
Whilst you dream of the sky you forget where you're from
And why would you hope for feathers or wings
When your mind it is set on the solace of kings

And she calls me home
One day I might go
And she calls me home
Oh, one day I might go



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Koch, Finnegan John Tui Bognuda, Jasper Trim
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