Lyrics
[Verse 1] A red kite caught on the museum roof Pulled at the rain like it wanted proof That all the maps in the curator's drawer Could lead to somewhere we had missed before [Verse 2] You found a ladder behind the west wing door I held the flashlight, you counted four A paper moon came loose from the wire And sailed above us, higher and higher [Chorus] Don't let it fall, don't let it fall There's still a little sky beyond the wall If we lose the thread, we'll make another way Two quiet hands can change the shape of day [Verse 3] The guard below called out our names We laughed so hard we forgot the rain You tied the tail to a weather vane It spun like a compass without a claim [Bridge] Some things are meant to wander Some things are meant to stay A thin red line through thunder Can teach the dark to bend away [Chorus] Don't let it fall, don't let it fall There's still a little sky beyond the wall If we lose the thread, we'll make another way Two quiet hands can change the shape of day [Outro] By morning, the roof was empty and clear But one red ribbon still trembled near I kept it folded inside my coat A small bright route, a promise afloat
