You awoke, with the wings of the bird.
Then you spoke, to the king up on his throne.
Then you choke, with the task at hand and home, and now you know, you grip to tight to let go...
O' oh oh oh!!!
You awoke, with the breath of the dog.
Then you smoke as you laugh and dance to this song. Then you go to the queen up on her log.
Because now you know, you grip too tight to let go!
O' oh oh oh!!!
You were always searching turning every stone, and what if what youre looking for is just right under your nose...
