Seeds of White Wine on a Sunday

Why is freedom so hard to live thru?
When the cage is open to go
Red was here and so am I in virtue
Like a steady beating wave on the shore

Pull me back then pull me in once more
This condemnation or contemplation
It's hard to know
When grief lifts away and the reaper moans out
Sparks fly and the seeds of white wine on a Sunday go out

Go out with a Sunday decay
Hide in vain for the fear to break out of the cage
Keeps so many beautiful birds not where they belong
Keeps so many beautiful birds stuck in the same swan song

Fly away, don't hold back
Fly away, don't hold back
Fly away, don't hold back

The seeds of white wine on a Sunday
Must never go out



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Nowak
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