Our New Home
Sunday, New Year's Day
In a place where we'll leave our home city
Now, in a giant bird I rest
Drifting but in some feathered nest
Raindrops trace paths down the windowpane
It moves, it turns
Leaves thousands of lights behind, below they fade
It ascends higher into the sky
And with a thunderous mechanical cry
Searches for a new home
What is this thing, Dad?
Hum of Sinatra in your ears
Dad, you're drooling, you snore pretty loud
The bracelet Grandma used to wear
It wraps my wrist, her love still there
Protecting us on New Year's Day
[Instrumental]
It moves, it turns
Leaves thousands of lights behind (below they fade)
It ascends higher into the sky
And with a thunderous mechanical cry
Searches for a new home
What is this thing, Dad?
Clouds shimmer softly into the horizon
Their hues stretch to where my eyes can't see
My Gameboy is on but I don't care
I just stare as it feels so rare
To sit inside a flying machine
A baby's whine, the mean Grinch on screen
Dad, are we there yet? (Are we there yet?)
And as we fly I only trust you
'Cause even here, up and far
You choose to never leave (my side)
It moves, it turns
Leaves thousands of lights behind (below they fade)
It ascends higher into the sky
And with a thunderous mechanical cry
Searches for a new home
What is this thing, Dad?
The turbulence shaked, we grabbed your hand
You said, "Trust me dears, we will soon land."
Well, that was strange, we back on ground?
So here's to our new home
Here's to us (here's to us)
In a place where we'll leave our home city
Now, in a giant bird I rest
Drifting but in some feathered nest
Raindrops trace paths down the windowpane
It moves, it turns
Leaves thousands of lights behind, below they fade
It ascends higher into the sky
And with a thunderous mechanical cry
Searches for a new home
What is this thing, Dad?
Hum of Sinatra in your ears
Dad, you're drooling, you snore pretty loud
The bracelet Grandma used to wear
It wraps my wrist, her love still there
Protecting us on New Year's Day
[Instrumental]
It moves, it turns
Leaves thousands of lights behind (below they fade)
It ascends higher into the sky
And with a thunderous mechanical cry
Searches for a new home
What is this thing, Dad?
Clouds shimmer softly into the horizon
Their hues stretch to where my eyes can't see
My Gameboy is on but I don't care
I just stare as it feels so rare
To sit inside a flying machine
A baby's whine, the mean Grinch on screen
Dad, are we there yet? (Are we there yet?)
And as we fly I only trust you
'Cause even here, up and far
You choose to never leave (my side)
It moves, it turns
Leaves thousands of lights behind (below they fade)
It ascends higher into the sky
And with a thunderous mechanical cry
Searches for a new home
What is this thing, Dad?
The turbulence shaked, we grabbed your hand
You said, "Trust me dears, we will soon land."
Well, that was strange, we back on ground?
So here's to our new home
Here's to us (here's to us)
Credits
Writer(s): Juliana Ibeas Moreira De Souza
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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