Wrapped up in your awareness
A speck on your horizon
I’m blinded by your light
Astride a horse as high as your standards
No one will do
But her
So I suppose
Until that day
I’ll be here
Wrapped up in your awareness
A speck on your horizon
I’m blinded by your light
Astride a horse as high as your standards
No one will do
But her
So I suppose
Until that day
I’ll be here
Sing, Little Bird 