More songs by SZA
More songs by Isaiah Rashad
Description
Released on: 2014-04-08
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hey, hey glory child.
Hey.
Hey glory child, don't you worry.
Dither in the shaker and I'll fear.
Beauties never give in, in a hurry.
So condescend and leave your questions here.
Hey glory child, don't you worry.
I can see your skeleton so clear.
Clouding's only made your visions blurry.
You're better off just looking in the mirror.
Show me a better way.
I wish you could.
Show me a better way.
I wish you would come home today.
You could come home today.
I'm shooting stars, help see me.
Watching over your every mistake.
Digging out of graves is never easy.
Handing you my shovel here today.
Always playing catch me if you can.
Gingerbread, you heard I'm sweet to taste.
Close your eyes, let go and count to ten.
I'll keep track of every moment wasted.
Show me a better way.
I wish you could.
Show me a better way.
I wish you would come home today.
You could come home today.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far, far away.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far, far away.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, -far, far away.
-Warm winds on a space -ride. -Space ride.
-And I call your phone on a late night. -Night.
I recall your soul had a taste like.
-Taste like.
-Gardens, flowers.
Warm winds. The clapping of your feet.
Quit clipping all your wings.
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody.
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride. And I call your phone on a late night.
I recall your soul had a taste like gardens, flowers.
Warm winds. The clapping of your feet.
Quit clipping all your wings.
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody.
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride.
Sometimes I call your name out loud just to make sure it's you.
Sometimes I crack my veins so bare just to see if it's blue. You clearly are the queen.
-The clapping of your feet. -Of my wings.
-Quit clipping all your wings. -You know me.
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody.
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride. And I call your phone on a late night.
I recall your soul had a taste like gardens, flowers.
Warm winds. The clapping of your feet.
Quit clipping all your wings.
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody.
What's happening to we?
-Warm winds on a space ride.
-Sometimes I bite my lips and close my eyes just to pretend it's you.
Long live lonely thoughts on Thursday nights.
That's when I think of you.
We were all thirteen once.
Long live tramp stamps and pepper Wens.
You would never judge me for that.
You always loved me for that. What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride. And I call your phone on a late night.
I recall your soul had a taste like gardens
English translation
Hey, hey glory child.
Hey.
Hey glory child, don't you worry.
Dither in the shaker and I'll fear.
Beauties never give in, in a hurry.
So condescend and leave your questions here.
Hey glory child, don't you worry.
I can see your skeleton so clear.
Clouding's only made your visions blurry.
You're better off just looking in the mirror.
Show me a better way.
I wish you could.
Show me a better way.
I wish you would come home today.
You could come home today.
I'm shooting stars, help see me.
Watching over your every mistake.
Digging out of graves is never easy.
Handing you my shovel here today.
Always playing catch me if you can.
Gingerbread, you heard I'm sweet to taste.
Close your eyes, let go and count to ten.
I'll keep track of every moment wasted.
Show me a better way.
I wish you could.
Show me a better way.
I wish you would come home today.
You could come home today.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far, far away.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far, far away.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, -far, far away.
-Warm winds on a space -ride. -Space ride.
-And I call your phone on a late night. -Night.
I recall your soul had a taste like.
-Taste like.
-Gardens, flowers.
Warm winds. The clapping of your feet.
Quit clipping all your wings.
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody.
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride. And I call your phone on a late night.
I recall your soul had a taste like gardens, flowers.
Warm winds. The clapping of your feet.
Quit clipping all your wings.
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody.
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride.
Sometimes I call your name out loud just to make sure it's you.
Sometimes I crack my veins so bare just to see if it's blue. You clearly are the queen.
-The clapping of your feet. -Of my wings.
-Quit clipping all your wings. -You know me.
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody.
What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride. And I call your phone on a late night.
I recall your soul had a taste like gardens, flowers.
Warm winds. The clapping of your feet.
Quit clipping all your wings.
Sometimes you hate to leave somebody.
What's happening to we?
-Warm winds on a space ride.
-Sometimes I bite my lips and close my eyes just to pretend it's you.
Long live lonely thoughts on Thursday nights.
That's when I think of you.
We were all thirteen once.
Long live tramp stamps and pepper Wens.
You would never judge me for that.
You always loved me for that. What's happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride. And I call your phone on a late night.
I recall your soul had a taste like gardens