Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word on a Wing, artist - David Bowie. Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Song language: English
Word on a Wing |
| In this age of grand delusion |
| You walked into my life out of my dreams |
| I don’t need another change |
| Still you forced a way into my scheme of things |
| You say we’re growing |
| Growing heart and soul |
| In this age of grand delusion |
| You walked into my life out of my dreams |
| Sweet name, you’re born once again for me |
| Sweet name, you’re born once again for me |
| Oh sweet name, I call you again |
| You’re born once again for me |
| Just because I believe don’t mean I don’t think as well |
| Don’t have to question everything in Heaven or Hell |
| Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing |
| And I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things |
| It’s safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself |
| And I don’t stand in my own light |
| Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing |
| My prayer flies like a word on a wing |
| Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things? |
| In this age of grand delusion |
| You walked into my life out of my dreams |
| Sweet name, you’re born once again for me |
| Just as long as I can see |
| I’ll never stop this vision flowing |
| I look twice and you’re still glowing |
| Just as long as I can walk |
| I’ll walk beside you, I’m alive in you |
| Sweet name, you’re born once again for me |
| And I’m ready to shape the scheme of things |
| Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things |
| Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things |
| Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things |
| Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things |
| Ooh… |
| Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing |
| And I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things |
| It’s safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself |
| And I don’t stand in my own light |
| Oh Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing |
| And I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things |
| But it’s safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself |
| And I don’t stand in my own light |
| Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing |
| My prayer flies like a word on a wing |
| Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things? |