Beard - Clayhill

Feel like I am gonna crash

Wonder if your brother felt it too

That’s why he flew

Feel like I am gonna crash

Wonder if you veil me in the wings

That’s why he sings

Feel like I am gonna curl

Wonder if the freighter’s in the wide

That’s why he died

That’s why he died

I wished on a star that I saw

I wished on a dream

I wished on your face in the snow

I wished on the sea

I wished on a life that I had

I wished it away

I’m glad that I suffered with you

I’m glad that I stayed

I lost in a vehicle on rise

I rose up on wings

I stayed on the floor till I sank

And you let me in

I’ll worry myself to the grave

I worry too much

I wish I’d been born without wings

I wish I was Dutch