Chance I Flew

Like vibrant colors of tradition and customs, you've got the look to match. Just one look lost my footing and I've fallen, dropped my heart, never been good at catch. Oh dusty winds made up of indian feathers, the music of dances that predict weather. Your touch is tragic, nothing short of magic. You know these hands the way indians know the land. You make me want to leave this house own nothing but you, the trees and the ground. You make me want to sleep under the sky with nothing on, wearing nothing but the night... With you I want to live without everything I ever knew, able to say when I had the chance I flew... Oh you make me wanna be crazy and yet stable as I can be and free like indians, like you and say when I had the chance... I flew.