[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.