The art of flying is shaping
by the sum of stumbles and virtue
looking at each station
stories where the sun shines
between the clouds of my confusion and you
I sail floating in the great stroke
with the wind and your breath I let myself go
I'm looking for the fields of the heart
where the sun warms us both
To fly in a hurry you learn slow
and to fly through the heights I do myself
humbly seeking the loss of what
that because of the influence of gravity
the light
Chorus:
I sail floating in the great stroke
with the wind and your breath I let myself go
I'm looking for the fields of the heart
where the sun warms us both
both.
Chorus
Only among all we can make this a better place :)