Daphne in the wood, you'll become the wood Fire in his eye has gone and fueled your flight so high
Over the river rocks, the wind will carry thee Call on nature now, for she'll keep you safe From your own beauty
y A heavy numbness seizes her into bark Feet so swift to root, arm to branch and hair to leaf
Woman to tree And in the end it's the difference of the spirit and the matter It's the difference of the lover and the flyer
Don't it make you want to cry?
t is nothing less, nothing less between the worldly and the want so,
all this breathing and the truth is in your last breath,
don't it make you want to cry?
So flying, flying, and the way like a leaf grown, flying, cos the truth is in the soul we grow, flying,
if flying, flying,
and they wear you like leaf crown, flying, cos your truth is in the soul we grow. flying.