Circling Winds (feat. Christina Efthymiou) - Instant Soup

Hey, hey glory child, hey Hey, glory child, don't you worry Stuttering and shaken out of fear Beauty's never given in a hurry So condescending, leave your questions here Hey, glory child, don't you worry I can see your skeleton so clear Doubting's only made your visions blurry You're better off just looking in the mirror Show me a better way, I wish you could Show me a better way, I wish you would Come home today You could come home today I am shooting stars, don't you see me? Watching over your every mistake Digging out of graves is never easy Handing you my shovel here to take Always playing catch-me-if-you-can Gingerbread, you heard I'm sweet to taste Close your eyes, let go, and count to ten I'll keep track of every moment wasted Show me a better way, I wish you could Show me a better way, I wish you would Come home today You could come home today Dear God, make me a bird So I can fly far, far, far away Dear God, make me a bird So I can fly far, far, far away Dear God, make me a bird So I can fly far, far, far away Warm winds on a space ride (space ride) When I call your phone on a late night (late night) I recall your soul had a taste like (taste like) Gardens, flowers, Warm Winds The clouds below your feet Quit clipping on your wings Sometimes you hate to leave somebody What's happening to we? Warm winds on a space ride When I call your phone on a late night I recall your soul had a taste like Gardens, flowers, Warm Winds The clouds below your feet Quit clipping on your wings Sometimes you hate to leave somebody What's happening to we? Warm winds on a space ride Sometimes I call your name out loud Just to make sure it's you Sometimes I crack my veins open Just to see if it's blue You clean me up The clouds below your feet (clean) Quit clipping on your wings (our wings, yeah) Sometimes you hate to leave somebody (you'll see) What's happening to we? Warm winds on a space ride When I call your phone on a late night I recall your soul had a taste like Gardens, flowers, Warm Winds The clouds below your feet Quit clipping on your wings Sometimes you hate to leave somebody What's happening to we? Warm winds on a space ride Sometimes I bite my lips and close my eyes Just to pretend it's you Long live lonely thoughts on Thursday nights That's when I think of you We were all 13 once (once) Long live tramp stamps and Pepper Ann (Pepper Ann) You will never judge me for that (uh-uh) You will always love me for that (uh-huh) What's happening to we? Warm winds on a space ride When I call your phone on a late night I recall your soul had taste like Gardens, flowers-

Your broad wanna text me and you know I let her do I open up her legs like I'm playing peek-a-boo Now I'm flyin' out the country, your boy makin' moves And I keep my ice on 'cause I gotta keep it cool I see you in the daytime then I see you after school I see you on that FaceTime, I can't wait to be next to you I put you in my 'Rari or I put you in my Coupe And she wanna slurp me, like some Campbell noodle soup When I was on the news, niggas thought it was April Fools When you hear my songs, nigga, please don't get confused Yeah, I get a lot of guap, ask me? Yes I do I walk inside my parking lot, hard for me to choose I pull up, Gucci shoes, watch me how I bust my moves Or I wear my Fendi top and throw shots of Grey Goose And a lot of panties drop when I'm in that room When I wanna get away, my 'Rari gotta zoom We like when they pop shit because they doomed I just deposit my check this afternoon I came from the projects, no silver spoons I remember the gray skies and now they blue Now it's the butterfly doors from the cocoon Now I fly in my jet to see the moon I will give all myself to you I will give all myself to her Your broad wanna text me and you know I let her do I open up her legs like I'm playing peek-a-boo Now I'm flyin' out the country, your boy makin' moves And I keep my ice on 'cause I gotta keep it cool I see you in the daytime then I see you after school I see you on that FaceTime, I can't wait to be next to you I put you in my 'Rari or I put you in my Coupe And she wanna slurp me, like some Campbell noodle soup