Texty: James. Booth and the Bad Angel. Old Ways.

Somedays I fly like a bird

Everything flows and love is a verb
Nothing is static the breach is birthed
By these old ways

Somedays I fall from the sky
Shoot myself down when I fly so high
Trash my acheivements
Wish I could die
To these old ways

Wash away your past with warm tears
Let them fall from your eyes
Wash your past with a laugh dear
Your laugh can make us fly

Somedays I put myself down
Question my purpose, design a new shroud
Feel like an actor who's faking new ground
In an old play

Somedays you burst my balloon
Feel so dejected like I have come too soon
Can't walk the line between user and used
So I used you

Dear child when you were born
I looked for signs arising from this storm
Dear child I heard your call
You gave me back my heart
and I walked out the door

My God I'm calling to you
The journey was hard but then we broke through
I really do move in mysterious ways
And so do you

All this fear, I can't find my truth here
All this fear, we will clear

WE WILL CLEAR