Sting. Little Wing. Zeneszám

Well, she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales,

That's all she ever thinks about...

Riding the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles
she gives to me free

It's alright, she says,
It's alright
Take anything you want from me,
anything,

Fly on, little wing