FLINT Fade On a cushing wind Near the bleeding sky Not calling your name There was no one there And in the cold and snow I saw your face And this ain't no song For the little thing Let you go But the joy you bring Running down the line Wish you could find your love Feels much faster than magic Gone from a pretty thang Maybe it might be time For a better day For a better day FLINT And this ain't no song For the little thing Let you go But the joy you bring Running down the line Wish you could find your love Feels much faster than magic Gone from a pretty thang Maybe it might be time For a better day For a better day For a better day FLINT Thanks for watching!
