Cycles - WILLOW

Ain’t tryna rock no boats

Ain’t tryna step on no toes

Ain’t tryna bust no bowls

But I’m just trying to get home

Cause the moon is bright, the streets are dark

The kids and they’re howling, they’re howling

I walk the streets, trying to find a place to sit

A person to talk to

But all I have is you, this ghost inside my brain

I’m lost in the light

I’m feeling really bright

I don’t wanna spend the night

I just want a cool breeze, warm stream while we’re looking at the trees

I’m howling, I’m howling

Lost in the night

I really wanna cry

I don’t sleep at night

I’m going out with those kids, we’re howling, we’re howling

Kids, we do what is right

We do what is wrong

But what is right?

Please explain to me what is wrong

We do what we feel

We make our own path

Our path now

We’re the indigo, we’re the indigos and we’re all going to another place

Not tryna find another name

Not tryna get in another body

I’m going to ascension, baby you cannot stop me

You cannot stop me

Cause the moon is bright, the streets are dark

The kids and they’re howling, they’re howling

I walk the streets, trying to find a place to sit

A person to talk to

But all I have is you, this ghost inside my brain

I’m lost in the tide

I don’t think I can get out

I’m swimming from that shark mouth

And that island of undal is really far away

I don’t think I will make it at all

But I fall

With some Atlanteans, Nephilims, the Martians and some Anunnaki, we all fall

What happens when we fall?

We go down in consciousness and we rise into a life like

What the heck is happening?

Why am I here?

Why can I sing?

Why am I across the seas?

This is crazy

I wanna go home, I wanna go home