They get away by the warm wind They get away by the cold wind Do they know how to come back? When you wake up you realize there's no thread that could bring them back. Before we go to sleep, at night, they grow up, they rise up like kites. Sleeping blow them away beyond the airplane lights. Next morning you repeat: Perhaps, they come back. They get away by the warm wind They get away by the cold wind Do they know how to come back? When you wake up you realize there's no thread that could bring them back. Tonight, back to the start, there's a chance to hold it on tight. Then we get away by the warm wind we get away by the cold wind just like kites We get away by the cold wind We get away by the warm wind just like kites