Woorden: Sting. Little Wing.

Well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales

That's all she ever thinks about...

Riding the wind.

When I'm sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles
she gives to me free

It's alright she says
it's alright
Take anything you want from me
anything

Fly on little wing