Where
HARRY DAVID GREGSON-WILLIAMS, LISBETH SCOTT
On this half lit day
With your crown beneath your wing
Every word just echoes
And the empty world sings.
Where have you gone my feather-light heart?
I never imagined I could leave.
In the glistening
Of the lost and open sky
Tiny piece of you sits
Simple wish waits for reply
Where have you gone my feather-light heart?
You mustn't forget what love can see.