Cut-String Kite Songtext
von Fictionist

You are a cut string kite
Thread clipped on a dusty night
You′re caught up in a dream
From the mouth of the machine
But the love you left yet still remains
Hangs in the air like a sacred stray (?)
You are a burned out sun
Cold star on the run I might spread a disease
Lit matched to a paper dream
But the love you left yet still remains
Hangs in the air like a sacred stray (?)
Stuffed out the sun trying to kill the pain
Hangs in the air like a sacred stray (?)
-Seb