I’m Flying

Lyrics

Up in the moment, little things are right Blue is the color of my kite Cold crushing anchor, coming into sight Tearing paper from my kite Higher soars the kite, like a feather wing Snap goes the string High above the rooftops, slipping out of sight Up goes my kite Lonely piece of string flopping to the ground Cold crashing anchor is the sound Better fly another, wanna take it through Kites of green, red or blue I'm flying I'm flying I'm flying I'm flying