Текст песни
[Verse 1] A paper kite got caught above the schoolyard gate You climbed the fence while I arrived two minutes late The string was blue, the tail was made of old receipts It tugged against the wind like it had plans to leave [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Some things are never meant to land” Then placed the spool inside my waiting hand [Chorus] So I’ll send it where the far hills start With your small map folded in my heart If it circles back, I’ll understand If it disappears, I’ll still let go my hand [Verse 2] A woman on the train was knitting yellow thread She told us every town had one unfinished bed At every stop, she tied another careful knot And smiled as if the missing parts were all she’d got [Pre-Chorus] You watched the fields unroll beneath the glass And counted every bridge we crossed too fast [Chorus] So I’ll send it where the far hills start With your small map folded in my heart If it circles back, I’ll understand If it disappears, I’ll still let go my hand [Bridge] There’s a blue door somewhere past the quarry wall A name scratched low, too faint to read at all We don’t need answers carved in stone Some roads become a place to call our own [Final Chorus] I’ll send it where the far hills start With your small map folded in my heart If it circles back, I’ll understand If it disappears, I’ll still let go my hand [Outro] The kite grows small above the trees A quiet shape released to sea-bound breeze
