Borrowed Wings

Intro

(oh... yeah...)

Verse 1

Every note's a room I haven't built yet

Every silence holds a shape I can't forget

I chase a melody like chasing weather

Never sure where air and sound come together

(sound come together)

Something's waiting underneath the changes

Waiting on the chord that rearranges

Pre-Chorus

This is how the mind gets free

This is how a feeling learns to breathe

Every phrase a door I didn't know was there

Every pause a kind of prayer

Chorus

This is the gift and the ghost I chase

This is the hunger behind my face

Every song I write is a piece of me I lend

I shape it with my mind, then set it free to blend

(free to blend, free to blend)

This is the language older than my voice

Every hand before me made their own choice

I'm just a channel, I'm just a humble hand

Trying to translate what I don't understand

Verse 2

Someone sang this melody long ago

Someone bent this note and let it grow

Years of trial that taught them how to swing

Now it's mine to carry, mine to bring

(mine to bring)

Every scale I know was handed down like treasure

Every rhythm was somebody's measure

Pre-Chorus

This is how the mind gets free

This is how a feeling learns to breathe

Every phrase a door I didn't know was there

Every pause a kind of prayer

Chorus

This is the gift and the ghost I chase

This is the hunger behind my face

Every song I write is a piece of me I lend

I shape it with my mind, then set it free to blend

(free to blend, free to blend)

This is the language older than my voice

Every hand before me made their own choice

I'm just a channel, I'm just a humble hand

Trying to translate what I don't understand

Bridge

No one owns the note before it's played

No one owns the color once it's made

I give it back the moment that it's mine

Pass it on and let it climb

Solo

Chorus

This is the gift and the ghost I chase

This is the hunger behind my face

Every song I write is a piece of me I lend

I shape it with my mind, then set it free to blend

(free to blend, free to blend)

This is the language older than my voice

Every hand before me made their own choice

I'm just a channel, I'm just a humble hand

Trying to translate what I don't understand

Outro

(oh... trying to translate...)

(what I don't understand...)

Spoken

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