Kites

Where were we? Stone had only settled in
Around me, the trembling never had to speak
And it shows, notion burns before the peak
If busy streets had chance to cease
They'd hang their heavy heads with ease

Oh deceiving pirouette, speak no feeling, no regret
Does not see, a life free
Books and ties were here first for the worst

We are the shades of price and pain, led astray
We shadow the sun and crown the air for those who dare
Don't burn your fingers in the fire again

Take breathe from me, made of engines and machines
Allow these hollow bodies to proceed
like a train, grinding gears below a frame
Pull the binding of the heart
Like ropes of church bells in the dark

Patch the holes of the heart, the wounded kite
Run, with dreams of light in the morning
Hold the string and hope to fly
Away