More Beautiful Now

Tell me a story angle of your confession
Your obsession with this life
They all expect you to fly high now
You don’t pretend to care
Just put some wind in your hair
If you like, if you like
You’re more beautiful now
Than you’ve ever been
You’ve ridden from afar on your hidden star
And back again
You dance your dance threw graceful sadness
Through liquid stones
And climbed your hill
You’re more than a women
More than a song
More than the reason i carry on, even still
Tell me a story angel of your confession
Your obsession with this life
They all expect you to fly high now
You don’t pretend to care
Just put some wind in your hair
If you like, if you like