Alin Coen Band - We're Not The Ones We Thought We Were

Kites

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 home

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Writer(s): Alin Coen, James Carnwath, Jan Frisch, Philipp Bode Martin, Fabian Stevens
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