not too close, not too far away.
it whispers things I dare not say.
about how hard it is to make things fly.
At once the distance has begun
You're nearly out of view
They tell me that I'm holdin'
on tight to these strings
But I know about kites and children
And all that they need is air and wings,
There is a secret that one
will shock you with its twists and turns
You may forget just how it felt
don't see the darkened skies
But when it rains, I think you,
There's nothing in this world
They tell me there's a storm a -comin'
They tell me that I'm holdin'
on tight to these strings
But I know I'm a -painting
And all that they need is
They tell me there's a storm a -comin'
They tell me that I'm holdin'
on tight to these strings
But I know of all kinds and children
Yes, all that they need is