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