rather be here Hello down there, the mooring made of sailors in the air. Keeping the midnight stars held high. We are captains of the sky. Waving goodbye Hello down there, the mooring made of sailors in
re-written mine. By being my friend. Like a ship blown from its mooring. By a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a skybird. In a distant wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better
re-written mine. By being my friend. Like a ship blown from its mooring. By a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a skybird. In a distant wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better
re-written mine. By being my friend. Like a ship blown from its mooring. By a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a skybird. In a distant wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better