hard to fly on sometimes

2006 and you slam on the break at my favorite red light Hollywood and Gower maybe or later, after you made me coucou with your love next to a red chevvy.
he, you say slowly, i can't believe it. you say, i can't believe it but my favorite song of all times is written about you, so you say and push rewind with your sweet sweet magic fingers, go back to that one song and here it goes as you slowly look back at me through time and space, through dream and drown:

Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing


It's just weird, if you know me, how fitting it indeed was it's just, sometimes, it's hard to fly on, sometimes, it is hard not to take the alright back and make it alwrong. sometimes i am just not on.