All these birds fly
Slow and go competing for sky
Way way out
In the heavy skies
Do shadows get high?
Low and broken ground
Waits now competing for sky
And I don’t wanna direct
Too many hands in the deck
All these birds fly
Slow and go competing for sky
Way way out
In the heavy skies
Do shadows get high?
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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley