GoldReed - Major Minor Lyrics

Cruising up high at the speed of sound
There's wobble in his wings but he won't come down
'Cause he's above these clouds and he feels like he's a god now
Cruising up high at the speed of sound
There's wobble in his wings but he won't come down
'Cause he's above these clouds and he feels like he's a god now
And he can see some busy people on the ground below
But up here living's easy and there's no place to go
'Cause he's above these clouds and he feels like he's a god now
But up here the air is so thin
That he doesn't have time to breathe in
He's teething, heaving, needing feeling
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
His head nods yes but his eyes shake no
He can feel the storm coming in his skin and bones
And he's above these clouds and he feels like he's a god now
He's got a map of a lonely island
Carried in a back pocket so he can always find it
And the rain is pounding down: yeah he knows that he's no god now
But up here the air is so thin
That he doesn't have time to breathe in
He's teething, heaving, needing feeling
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
Cruising up high at the speed of sound
There's wobble in his wings but he won't come down
'Cause he's above these clouds and he feels like he's a god now
But up here the air is so thin
That he doesn't have time to breathe in
He's teething, heaving, needing feeling
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again
It looks like he's going out on the weekend again