Kite

Miles per hour Sweet turns to sour High soles on the shoes for some height she can borrow Ledge fed, with a bed head All in on a min. bet hanging by a thread But you, waiting in the wings Honest thought holding tight On the ground with the spins Eyes wide, ideas to describe Pass out with a pen, while I sleep it's in my head No way to run, so I walk I'm the kite and she's the rock I carry care, try it everywhere A runaround, melting like glue Burning thoughts through Putting time on short term, your turn On a slow day, to make it ok Turn around to see That a thought comes from a seed And I'll show you that it's this way down But you, waiting in the wings Honest thought holding tight On the ground with the spins Eyes wide, ideas to describe Pass out with a pen, while I sleep it's in my head No way to run, so I walk I'm the kite and she's the rock String tied to a finger Linger tight to the afternoon Just a kid a little upside down Looking after you But you, waiting in the wings Honest thought holding tight On the ground with the spins Eyes wide, ideas to describe Pass out with a pen, while I sleep it's in my head No way to run, so I walk I'm the kite and she's the rock I'm the kite and she's the rock