WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY - KITE FLYING lyrics

rate me

Beneath the blue Organ Mountains

Beneath the sky and the stars

Far from the trail I hear

You sigh

I hear you sigh

In the skin, in the skin

Where memory begins

In the skin, in the skin

It stretches thin

In the wind

Freed from the flesh and the bone

Stretched on a cross of wood

Tied to a string and then

Flown away in the wind

In the skin, in the skin

Where memory begins

In the skin, in the skin

It stretches thin

In the wind