I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life/I hope there’s a kite in your hand/that’s flying all the way up to orion/and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out/I hope you’re smiling
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life/I hope there’s a kite in your hand/that’s flying all the way up to orion/and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out/I hope you’re smiling