Bones from Zephyr by Finnegan Tui

Oh If I were a Bird I'd whistle I'd sing
But I am a boy made of Bones and not wings
And yet someday I'm sure I'll fly
And then only then will I know the sky

She calls me home
One day I might go
She calls me home
One day I might go

And as the sky isn’t mine, you’d think I’d love the land
But I’ll never love what I own I’m a man
I’m as stuck in my ways as a link in a chain
Whilst my heart it is wild, my mind has grown tame

She calls me home
One day I might go
She calls me home
One day I might go

Now your mind it has grown and your no longer young
Whilst you dream of the sky you forget where your from
And why would you hopе for feathers or wings
When your mind it is sеt on the solice of kings

She calls me home
One day I might go
She calls me home
One day I might go

• Folk
• electronica
• folk
• folktonica
• folktronica
• indiefolk
• singer-songwriter
• London