Cindertalk your own wings

Light out.
On your own, away from all you've ever known.
Beyond everything familiar, even ways that you have grown. '
Till you hear nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings.
Nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings. '
Till you hear nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings.
Light out.
On your own, away from all you've ever known, into the open unfamiliar.
Follow whatever wind is blown. '
Till you hear nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings.
Nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings.
Nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings. '
Till you hear nothing but the sound (but the sound sound) of the beating of your own wings (own wings).
Nothing but the sound (but the sound sound) of the beating of your own wings (own wings).
Nothing but the sound (but the sound sound) of the beating of your own wings (own wings).
Nothing but the sound (but the sound sound) of the beating of your own wings (own wings).
Nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings.
Nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings.
Nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings.
Nothing but the sound of the beating of your own wings. '
Till you hear nothing but the sound (of the sound) of you own wings. '
Till you hear nothing but the sound (of the sound) of you own wings.