Testo di The Kite

Standing in a field flying my kite The string slips out of my hand The kite, it drops out of control Tangled and trapped on the telephone wire Please help me, don't walk right by The angel's wings are trapped in telephone wires And nobody cares, they go out of their way Standing on the street watching the day A car stops in front of me A gun, I drop out of control I feel my blood, seeps warm out of me