[VERSE 1] Found myself at 3 AM arranging books by size Folding tiny cotton things I've never seen with these eyes My mother did this, her mother too, a chain I can't explain Like the cat who never met her kin but kills just the same [PRE-CHORUS] Something ancient in my bones Pulling strings I've never known Am I choosing? Am I chosen? These hands move like they're not my own [CHORUS] We all have wings we never earned Blueprints buried, instincts learned from no one Weaving nests with hands that remember Flying paths we've never walked We all have wings, wings, wings (Oh, we're more than what we think) [VERSE 2] Read a thousand books on how to do what foxes simply know Evolution's quiet mathematics written in our bones I'm terrified and capable, familiar with the strange Becoming something new while staying exactly the same [PRE-CHORUS] Something ancient in my blood Rising like an unnamed flood Am I choosing? Am I chosen? This love feels bigger than it should [CHORUS] We all have wings we never earned Blueprints buried, instincts learned from no one Weaving nests with hands that remember Flying paths we've never walked We all have wings, wings, wings (Oh, we're more than what we think) [BRIDGE] And when you arrive, little bird Will you know my voice before you've heard? Will you root for milk you've never tasted? Ancient as the word For mother [FINAL CHORUS] We all have wings we never earned Taught by voices we'd already heard Weaving nests with hands that remember Flying paths our mothers walked We all have wings, wings, wings We all have wings, wings, wings (We're exactly what we need to be) [OUTRO] Folding tiny cotton things We all have wings © James Stuart Baker 2026
