World Wings (reduction) - Yoke Lore

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