Paroles de Updraft

Middays little panic is over for now Coolness heals up the cracks in this broken conversation Shade closes in, evening kisses my skin and these dusty, dusty eyes Listen to night falling down Oh that I were soaring, circling like a paper crane Hovering on the up draft over the furnace of the bridges I am burning Reaching out to the horizon, melting in my hand Silence colours me in, fills me up with fragile perfection Stillness is mine but the ripples in the sand Still lead me back into your illusion Listen to night falling down... Oh that I were soaring, circling like a paper crane Hovering on the up draft over the furnace of the bridges I am burning