Description
Producer: Dylan Nash
Lyricist and music author: Oscar Blue
Music publisher: Oscar Blue
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'll take a flight
I'll go searching
I don't know what I'll find
Of that I'm certain
Can't be lost
If it's on purpose
Can't dissect
What's on the surface
From the edge of my bed
The universe inside my head
Cuz there's birds in winter
That never make it south
That couldn't catch a come up
That couldn't make it out
So blessed are those with wings
Amongst this life and all it brings
Sometimes it feels so relative
So I try remind myself of it
What are the chances?
The sweetest of dances
I'll take a breath
How discerning
For all the shit
That I'm unlearning
The forest floor
Beneath old pines
Just like that song
We slept outside
From the edge of my mind
The universe is ours in kind
Cuz there's birds in winter
That never make it south
That couldn't catch a come up
That couldn't make it out
So blessed are those with wings
Amongst this life and all it brings
Sometimes it feels so relative
So i try remind my myself of it
What are the chances?
The sweetest of dances
What are the chances?
The sweetest of dances
So as I'm falling asleep in the canopy
Make a promise that I wont forget how it feels
To be free
In the morning when the sun's pushing through the blinds
I make a promise that this time
I'll step outside
Oh I'll step outside
Cuz there's birds in winter
That never make it south
That couldn't catch a come up
That couldn't make it out
So blessed are those with wings
Amongst this life and all it brings
Sometimes it feels so relative
So I try remind myself of it
What are the chances?
The sweetest of dances
Oh no
What are the chances?
The sweetest of dances
Oh no