Testo Kite Song

The racing, the chasing,
your at your best when your running wild,
i breth in the cold air
pointing out pictures in the clouds rolling by.

to run through the hills,
flying kites from breezy heights
and despite the winter chill we'll be warm in each others company
there is no truer melody
than your laughter.

and running for cover
the sky it blackens
across the moor,
then later find ourselves
skimming stones down by the shore.

to run through the hills,
flying kites from breezy heights
and despite the winter chill
we'll be warm in each others company,
there is no truer melody than your laughter.

wind blow up and go
storm carry us home
storm carry us home
storm carry us home
storm carry us home