Corrs (The). Talk On Corners. Little Wing. Zeneszám

Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
Moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me, free
It's alright, it's alright she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything (aahh-ah-ahhh)

Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me, free
It's alright, it's alright she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything (aahh-ah-ahhh)

Fly little wing, yeah, yeah
(Aahh-ah-ahhh)
Fly Little Wing
I want her to fly
(Aahh-ah-ahhh)