There's things I want to say to you
I cast out words
And reel them right in
I turn my soft underbelly to the sun
And watch the vultures circle overhead
But the crow flies close to my ear and whispers that it's alright
And I love to witness his flight
Soaring in the sun
I'd like to be the only one
His voice in my ear
The warmth melts my fear
Of slipping on the river rocks again
I cast out words
And reel them right in
I turn my soft underbelly to the sun
And watch the vultures circle overhead
But the crow flies close to my ear and whispers that it's alright
And I love to witness his flight
Soaring in the sun
I'd like to be the only one
His voice in my ear
The warmth melts my fear
Of slipping on the river rocks again
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