Paroles de Kite Flying

Beneath the blue Organ Mountains Beneath the sky and the stars Far from the trail I hear You sigh I hear you sigh In the skin, in the skin Where memory begins In the skin, in the skin It stretches thin In the wind Freed from the flesh and the bone Stretched on a cross of wood Tied to a string and then Flown away in the wind In the skin, in the skin Where memory begins In the skin, in the skin It stretches thin In the wind