Gills And Wings's lyrics & chords

How easy it was to make the choice, and how quickly in him the spark ignited. The pressure of the ground beneath his feet was like a springboard; there was no more pull where the earth met the air, no more bonds necessary to maintain. Stepping into the stream was a willful entrance into the undetermined -- How did he know he would be able to direct himself, channel his thoughts, take one more breath that would prevent his drowning? Yet, inevitably, he immersed himself in the current, swept forth by a force beyond his power to control but someho...read more