Kites lyrics

You say the worst is over now
all you have to do is blink
the drying time is 5 hours
and you`re crying over the kitchen sink
and you`re trying to make sure
all the brushes are thoroughly washed
from that room you had to repaint
cause all your memories of it are lost

and they`re flying kites in Atlanta now
in a park as trains go by
and the train is a daily serpent
people swallow
just trying to get on with their lives

and in that room
is industrial grade carpet
tormented by teething furniture feet
and the bedframe is hiding a torrid little secret
that coos at you in your terminable sleep
you hate to be the doom of your own party
so you`re going to get out of bed
the stalemate is leaning on your doorbell
delivering all the things that were said

they`re flying kites in Seattle now
in a park as you walk bay
and you tap them on the shoulder and ask
`how do they fly?`

you`re flying a kite in San Francisco now,
in a park as he walks by.
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