كلمات Chasing Kites

It’s a thin, thin line and I've walked both sides of it See the other side appear so tempting, worth dying for it And your limbs, aching out of want Absorbing your every thought Worth risking it all for Working its wonders and now for you Over the ocean outcast, with nowhere to go A brighter forecast, new winds will blow The storm that's drawing near It calms and the air is cleared Waste my youth chasing kites I know will blow out of my hands Push our heads in the sand, there is nothing here to seek No discovery of mine will be safe in these seas You feel that bitter taste on your tongue Swallow your every wrong Let your sins fill your lungs Ending all worries now for you Over the ocean outcast, with nowhere to go A brighter forecast, new winds will blow The storm that's drawing near It calms and the air is cleared Waste my youth chasing kites I know will blow out of my hands Out of my hands Blow out of my hands Blow out of my hands