3 acessos
There's nothing to hold us down
We'll cut the strings
We'll kiss the ground goodbye
We'll catch up a western breeze that eddies us up past the trees to sky
Let the line slip free
The ballast is your memory
Let it drop to the ground
We'll always be around
Mother to her baby said we're never lost
We're never dead
We fly
Our thoughts get spun like silken threads, cast down below like sighs
I told you baby, once; I said, we never die, we simply get untied