Mending from Mending by Frida Touray

What will become of me if my water is calm
And i've lost my mind many times before
Seeking the thrills that my body provides
mindless hunting, as far as I'm concerned

Come happy, go lucky-you'll never know
What my hearts been mending on the low
And I long for peace, when I've been at war
And when I finally come home
All I want is freedom

How we've longed to be free
To feel the wind against the palm of our hands Reaching out
Going somewhere
Going nowhere at all

What will be left of me, if I leave it at the door
All my flaws and painful missteps lying heavy
Maybe I'll fly, like a feather towards the sky
Find the light in hidden spaces
Let it guide me as I go

How we've longed to be free
To feel the wind against the palm of our hands Reaching out
Going somewhere
Going nowhere at all

Grace, you'll see the dawning of another day
Guilt, sever all your ties to me
Oh love, your flight is oh so heavenly
Come kiss me sweetly

How we've longed to be free
To feel the wind against the palm of our hands Reaching out
Going somewhere
Going nowhere at all

• R&B/Soul
• RnB
• singer-songwriter
• London