Rara Avis

Well it's time to take a trip on your own Wandering child, you rolling stone Shackles you fastened from lies Have written your story now bonafied in your mind You've been crawling through the mud Shallow wounds with little blood But the bruise is what hurts the most Invisible wailing ghost, wailing ghost Mmm Well you fucked up somewhere along the way Got lost in the moon forgot the day The mirror is your friend and your enemy Traps you in or sets you free Set me free Free to fly And I get so high Kiss the sky And I won't come down Rara avis can't touch the ground Rara avis can't touch the ground Can't touch the ground Well it's time to take a trip on your own Wandering child you rolling stone Your house is on fire time to reacquire The words you lost not long ago Written in a language you know Easy like a spirit free to go Let the wind carry you home Let the wind carry you home