Chasing Kites

It’s a thin, thin line and I've walked both sides of it
See the other side appear so tempting, worth dying for it
And your limbs, aching out of want
Absorbing your every thought
Worth risking it all for
Working its wonders and now for you

Over the ocean outcast, with nowhere to go
A brighter forecast, new winds will blow
The storm that's drawing near
It calms and the air is cleared
Waste my youth chasing kites
I know will blow out of my hands

Push our heads in the sand, there is nothing here to seek
No discovery of mine will be safe in these seas
You feel that bitter taste on your tongue
Swallow your every wrong
Let your sins fill your lungs
Ending all worries now for you

Over the ocean outcast, with nowhere to go
A brighter forecast, new winds will blow
The storm that's drawing near
It calms and the air is cleared
Waste my youth chasing kites
I know will blow out of my hands

Out of my hands
Blow out of my hands
Blow out of my hands