If I Could Fly - Nomad

If I could fly

I’d take you up and down

In the sky

In clouds and no where crowded

I’d do these things for you

And then you cry, oh you cry

You tell me you’ll be fine

But you’re not fine, not fine

Oh

Pick me up that dad, he won’t let me out

Took my keys, my card, my phone, my friend’s fake ID

And then I’d pick you up

Then we fly, you drive

The car that you wrote off

Still sits there

Roadside

Roadside

We were always a whirlpool of emotion

Maybe we are a stone cold delusion

We were always a whirlpool of emotion

(we were always)

(we were always)

Maybe we are a stone cold delusion

I tried, I flew

And broke my wings for you and

Cleaned your shoes

And did what you asked me to

I’d do these things for you

And then you cry, oh you cry

You tell me you’ll be fine

But you’re not fine, not fine

No

We were always a whirlpool of emotion

(we were always)

(we were always)

Maybe we are a stone cold delusion

(we were always)

(we were always)

We were always a whirlpool of emotion

(we were always)

(we were always)

Maybe we are a stone cold delusion

(we were always)

(we were always)

We were always a whirlpool of emotion (we were always)

Maybe we are a stone cold delusion (we were always)

I’d do these things for you

I’d do these things for you