Little Wing Songtext

Etta Marcus

von The Death Of Summer & Other Promises

Little Wing Songtext
I was on the radio
Saying things I didn't know
Could you tell? Did it show?
Pit stop, yellow snow
Summers back, when I was a kid
Knotted hair, teeth made of milk
Show my dad, the big dipper
Looks the same as it did

Travelling acres
Feeling my feathers
Stretching out my little wing
I am a stranger
I'm in the mirror
Stretching out my little wing

Get to the bar, get to the show
Spilling my guts for a little dough
Skipping calls in skimpy clothes
No mother bird to chew up the bones

Travelling acres
Feeling my feathers
Stretching out my little wing (Oh)
I am a stranger
I'm in the mirror
Stretching out my little wing

Meet me in the summer
On the winter's edge
I could be your baby
Be your grown-up kid
Mother, can you hold me
Again?

Travelling acres
Feeling my feathers
Stretching out my little wing
I am a stranger
I'm in the mirror
Stretching out my little wing

Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
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