The Awkward Composer - Wanders of Being Lyrics

A wise man once told me, why fly when you can glide?
There's no need to struggle to survive in the mind
When I was young, I was a dancer
But I grew cold and I tossed her away

But there are some days, oh I lose my mind
And along with that the perception of time
And these moments, Oh I become transparent
Letting nature's light shine through me
And I've never felt so extraordinarily free
And all I have to do is just be

Little wing stop struggling to reach your apogee
And let it be, start wandering through the grooves of this cosmic sea

Little wing, spread your wings and take to the sky
Little wing, spread your wings and harmonize with your real eyes
Little wing, spread your wings and mend with the sky
And then you will glide