Some Time Songtext
von Mrs. Kite

Down the alley right beneath the old mill′s creek
Where fishermen drift away on folding camp chairs
In the fields one can see children's hide and seek
Open country lanes and the clouds begin to tear

Savoring all that is,
Just a glimpse of building dams in the shallow creek
Indulging myself in
The view, the atmosphere and the urge to stop and stay

Jumpiness leaves, it relieves and cures
Feeling an upswing while driving these streets
That′s the ideal way to reveal my desires
It's liberating concentrating on present time


The wind is blowing, sort of a tailwind for my change
And I remember the last time I was here
A white express train passes on my right
As if we'd compete in a race but I don′t care

Savoring all that is
Just a glimpse of flying kites in autumn months
Indulging myself in
The view, the atmosphere and the urge to stop and stay

Jumpiness leaves, it relieves and cures
Feeling an upswing while driving these streets
That′s the ideal way to reveal my desires
It's liberating concentrating on present time

Jumpiness leaves, it relieves and cures
Feeling an upswing while driving these streets
That′s the ideal way to reveal my desires
It's liberating concentrating on present time

The wind is blowing, sort of a tailwind for my change
And I remember the last time I was here