Lyrics World Wings (reduction) - Yoke Lore

World Wings (reduction)

Hold it back, getting older, I’m not so sung
Screaming the Lord won’t ever take you, spit it out like gum
The kids lucking out with guns
And it’s true, you won’t believe in what you do
They fear the youth, the want the world to keep cool
Just with your wings, I keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
Just with your wings, I keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
Waiting again to let the car life, sing sweet songs
When they call, they so sing along
And be my satnav gun
And it’s true, you won’t believe in what you do
They fear the youth, the want the world to keep cool
Just with your wings, I keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
Just with your wings, I keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
Just with your wings, I keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
Just with your wings, I keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing