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[Part 1]
[Sza]
Hey, hey, glory child, hey...
Hey, glory child, don't you worry
Stuttering and shaken out of fear
Beauty's never given in a hurry
So condescending, leave your questions here
Hey, glory child, don't you worry
I can see your skeleton so clear
Doubting's only made your visions blurry
You're better off just looking in the mirror.
Show me a better way, I wish you could
Show me a better way, I wish you would
Come home today
You could come home today.
I am shooting stars, don't you see me?
Watching over your every mistake
Digging out of graves is never easy
Handing you my shovel here to take
Always playing catch-me-if-you-can
Gingerbread-you heard I'm sweet to taste
Close your eyes, let go, and count to ten
I'll keep track of every moment wasted.
Show me a better way, I wish you could
Show me a better way, I wish you would
Come home today
You could come home today.
[Part 2]
[Sza (isaiah rashad)]
Dear god, make me a bird
So I can fly far, far, far away
Dear god, make me a bird
So I can fly far, far, far away
Dear god, make me a bird
So I can fly far, far, far away
(Warm winds on a space ride) (space ride)
(When I call your phone on a late night) (late night)
(I recall your soul had a taste like) (taste like)
Gardens, flowers, warm winds.
[Sza + isaiah rashad]
The clouds below your feet
Quit clipping on your wings
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride
When I call your phone on a late night
I recall your soul had a taste like
Gardens, flowers, warm winds
The clouds below your feet
Quit clipping on your wings
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride.
[Sza]
Sometimes I call your name out loud
Just to make sure it's you
Sometimes I crack my veins open
Just to see if it's blue
You clean me up.
[Sza + isaiah rashad]
The clouds below your feet
Clean
Quit clipping on your wings
Our wings, yeah
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody
You'll see
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride
When I call your phone on a late night
I recall your soul had a taste like...
Gardens, flowers, warm winds
The clouds below your feet
Quit clipping on your wings
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride.
[Sza]
Sometimes I bite my lips and close my eyes
Just to pretend it's you
Long live lonely thoughts on thursday nights
That's when I think of you
We were all thirteen once (once)
Long live tramp stamps and pepper ann (pepper ann)
You will never judge me for that (uh-uh)
You will always love me for that (uh-huh)
Quit clipping on your wings
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride
When I call your phone on a late night
I recall your soul had taste like
Gardens, flowers.
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