Warm Winds (feat. Isaiah Rashad)

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 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 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 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 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 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 13 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) 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-