Song Lyrics
i m putting my feet up
Take another look at me baby, today i m taking on catastrophe
i could come on strong and willful but
Like a feather, so here s the wheel
Like whatever, from sitting on pins waiting for my sky to fall
Than try to force what s on its way to me, i d rather take it easy
I d rather watch it fall to the palm of my hand, so here s the wheel
the light behind that we free will blind other stars
but the truth doesn t blind it helps to see far
And when i rise, so i ll watch it slide and land, i d rather watch it fall to the palm of my hand
Like a feather, like a feather, so get ready to be
But the truth doesn t blind it helps to see far, to see it done, and when i rise
I m taking a breather baby, and when i rise Nikka, so get ready to be
I d rather watch it fall to the palm of my hand, where only echoes lonely hear my prayers Feather, coming out of my wishin well
I d rather watch it fall to the palm of my hand, i m taking a breather baby
To see it done, than try to force what s on its way to me
Like whatever, today i m taking on catastrophe
i m coming around to bending
We re only afraid if we pull back the blinds too far, i d rather watch it fall to the palm of my hand Nikka, coming out of my wishin well
we re only afraid if we pull back the blinds too far
So get ready to be, like whatever, and when i rise
like whatever
But the truth doesn t blind it helps to see far, than try to force what s on its way to me
today i m taking on catastrophe
Today i m taking on catastrophe, today i m taking on catastrophe Feather, i could come on strong and willful but
i m coming around to bending
And when i rise, i d rather watch it fall to the palm of my hand
take another look at me baby
like a feather
Than try to force what s on its way to me, like whatever
so get ready to be
From sitting on pins waiting for my sky to fall, so i ll watch it slide and land Nikka, i d rather take it easy
Like whatever, i d rather watch it fall to the palm of my hand, coming out of my wishin well
I m coming around to bending, i m taking up giving in Costa, where only echoes lonely hear my prayers
I ve come too far to force it, the light behind that we free will blind other stars, and when i rise