by Brett Temple
I'm a prisoner of gravity,One of the Earth.
To some she's our mother,
But to me she is worse.
I'd rather be flying,
By plane, by swing.
I'd rather be flying
On the blue bird's wing.
I look at the sky and only see blue,
But why I am I still stuck here, waiting for you.
The sky is endless,
You can freely roam.
But sadly I live
Under this dome.
Break through the glass,
Oh flying dove!
Unshackle my chains
And bring me above.
It's better with you and you make me feel free,
But at the end of the day, I'm a prisoner of gravity.
I'm a prisoner of gravity,One of the Earth.
To some she's our mother,
But to me she is worse.
I'd rather be flying,
By plane, by swing.
I'd rather be flying
On the blue bird's wing.
I look at the sky and only see blue,
But why I am I still stuck here, waiting for you.
The sky is endless,
You can freely roam.
But sadly I live
Under this dome.
Break through the glass,
Oh flying dove!
Unshackle my chains
And bring me above.
It's better with you and you make me feel free,
But at the end of the day, I'm a prisoner of gravity.