Catch These Wings - Buy it at CD Baby Words and music by Robin Frederick fleeting time, blinding light motherless child, arrested flight vanishing breed, faded charms shooting stars, empty arms these things that cannot be but are these things that reach beyond the heart these things are part of you it rises with a silent rush and paints the air and fills the space I turn away but feel the brush of beating wings against my face I catch these wings with open hands and think I finally understand I understand, I understand captive hearts, waking dreams whispering leaves, silent screams folded hands, deafening sound innocent lies, killing ground these things that could not be but were these things for which I had no words these things I learned from you it rises with a silent rush and paints the air and fills the space I turn away but feel the brush of beating wings against my face and while the ocean eats the shore they sit indoors discussing art are we fools or something more what gods survive inside the heart I catch these wings with open hands and think I finally understand I understand, I understand (spoken) did you meet the ship of innocence make sense, get lost in the dense fog of unfathomable angels? was it just a nightmare did you curse, did you swear? what were the words that brought you to the edge of abandon? looking for a lighthouse, sail out, no doubt following the trail of your gypsy salvation everybody needs one, bleeds one no one left can feel what it's like to be you don't go. don't go. stay don't go. don't go. faithless love, mocking birds fortunate son, cutting words simple truth, broken chains shallow seas, bitter rain these things of which I was unsure this plain, lost, and beautiful world these things that were in you (spoken) everything is stranger, wider answers never come when you ask but you can't stop asking. You search for signs and you keep the faith you turn your back and you make your escape it rises with a silent rush and paints the air and fills the space I turn away but feel the brush of beating wings against my face and while the ocean eats the shore they sit indoors discussing art are we fools or something more what gods survive inside the heart I catch these wings with broken hands and know I finally understand I understand, I understand |
Copyright 2003 Robin Frederick / Songs On The Wing (ascap).