See the kites caught in the trees Memories See the loose ends of the strings Tangling
Hear the sighs of those you know Who've let them go When the storm was blowing, so Hard to hold
Stealing my anchor, chasing my heart Wind finds me, wind bribes me Let me be free to rise up and drift But hold on to what l’m tied to
And bring me home And bring me home
Emptiness is so profound On the ground Up in the air it leaves no trace There's so much space
Stealing my anchor, chasing my heart Wind finds me, wind bribes me Let me be free to rise up and drift But hold on to what I'm tied to
Cause if you let go, and the wind blows me Out of sight and out of mind The irony will be I’ll spend my whole life looking for homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
