Edinburgh - Woodpigeon

Sky’s of hunny tonight behind quarrel

Back to wave from the things you knew

Up above where the lead and through

In an empty breath a second I’ll call you

Fingertips crypt on golden clips

Broken nails and southern slips

Up above all the here and this

From the peak all I say is bliss

At the top of my lungs

I call for you

From the top of my mountain

And when it’s no answer try again

At the top of my lungs

I call for you

From the top of my mountain

And when it’s no answer try again

And it’s fine not to warn

What you was, thought you gone

And it’s fine not to see

All things down beneath

Buckle down close my eyes

No one need to ask why

I’ll be brave and I’ll try

What it’s like just to fly