Warm Winds - SZA, Isaiah Rashad

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 thirteen 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)

Quit clipping on your wings

Sometimes you hate to leave somebody

Whats 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