Beyond the Sky
No words describe the feelings I've got today,
What can I say? They're not going away.
I tried to turn and walk the other way.
But with me they stay. Come what may.
Surrounded by the vapours within cloud nine.
Green ginger wine, the pleasures all mine.
We fall from the sky for a second just to check the time.
11:59. Let the bells chime.
I hope you know all the pleasure you bring.
Through the visions that you see, and the images you sing.
The world through your eyes is a beautiful thing.
All the colours on the breeze on a butterfly wing.
A butterfly wing you sing.
We're naked when we're born.
We don't take nothin' when we die.
We will make it through the storms.
We will soar beyond the sky, home. Home.
Welcome to the next seven laps of the sun.
Cycles begun. Return to the one.
Been thinking about the beautiful things you've done.
Motherly love, now the child has become.
The stories that you tell go beyond your years.
The canvas hears, mixed paint with tears.
Hanging right there on the wall beyond your fears.
I hope you know all the pleasure you bring.
In the visions that you see and the images you sing.
The world through your eyes is a beautiful thing.
The colours on a breeze in a butterfly wing.
In a butterfly wing you sing.
We're naked when we're born.
We don't take nothin' when we die.
We will make it through the storms
We will soar beyond the skies, home. Home.
What can I say? They're not going away.
I tried to turn and walk the other way.
But with me they stay. Come what may.
Surrounded by the vapours within cloud nine.
Green ginger wine, the pleasures all mine.
We fall from the sky for a second just to check the time.
11:59. Let the bells chime.
I hope you know all the pleasure you bring.
Through the visions that you see, and the images you sing.
The world through your eyes is a beautiful thing.
All the colours on the breeze on a butterfly wing.
A butterfly wing you sing.
We're naked when we're born.
We don't take nothin' when we die.
We will make it through the storms.
We will soar beyond the sky, home. Home.
Welcome to the next seven laps of the sun.
Cycles begun. Return to the one.
Been thinking about the beautiful things you've done.
Motherly love, now the child has become.
The stories that you tell go beyond your years.
The canvas hears, mixed paint with tears.
Hanging right there on the wall beyond your fears.
I hope you know all the pleasure you bring.
In the visions that you see and the images you sing.
The world through your eyes is a beautiful thing.
The colours on a breeze in a butterfly wing.
In a butterfly wing you sing.
We're naked when we're born.
We don't take nothin' when we die.
We will make it through the storms
We will soar beyond the skies, home. Home.
Credits
Writer(s): Shannon Sol Robert Carroll, Owen James Newcomb, Mark Lansbury Henman
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