Wild Kite by DAYCEE

I’m a kite without an anchor, and the line is out of reach,
I call your name into weather, but nothing brings you back to me.
I need something I can hold cuz the whole sky starts to slide,
leave me a sign in the night - something real enough to find.

[Verse 2]
I fold up my thoughts like receipts in a coat, (ah) 
too heavy to think, but words caught in my throat. (ah)
The night hits me hard, no noise in the room, (ah) 
every sound that I hear is a message of you. (ah)
I write it to you on papers I will never send, (ah)
like ink could build a bridge to the end. (ah)
I keep saying “later” like later is real, (ah)
but later’s a plot I'm not ready to steal. (ah)
And people talk closure like it’s something you choose, (eh) 
like you zip it up tight and you don’t let it bruise. (eh)
But grief isn’t loud - it just stays on beat, (eh)
like a kick in the chest on repeat, repeat. (eh)

[Chorus]
I’m a kite without an anchor, pulled hard through the blue,
the wind decides my direction, and there’s nothing I can do.
I spin when the storm shifts, I dip when the cold comes in,
I’m still looking for the ground where you used to hold me in.
I’m a kite without an anchor, and the line is out of reach,
I call your name into weather, but nothing brings you back to me.
I need something I can hold cuz the whole sky starts to slide,
leave me a sign in the night - something real enough to find.

[Final Chorus]
I’m a kite without an anchor, pulled hard through the blue,
the wind decides my direction, but I’m learning what to do. 
I spin when the storm shifts, I dip when the cold comes in, 
then I breathe through the worst of it - let the morning in.

2534/7500

[Verse 1] I keep your voice on a shelf in my head - on display, (ah) but every time I reach for it, it fades away. (ah) I step out the door and the air feels wrong, (ah) like the street got the lyrics but lost the song. (ah) I talk to your shadow in the window glass, (ah) then the bus rolls by and it doesn’t last. (ah) Your voice is gone, but the ring still stays, (ah) like proof of a fire in a different phase. (ah) I learned how silence can linger and haunt, (eh) how a calendar page can feel like a taunt. (eh) If absence was heavy, it would pull me apart, (eh) I’m holding the string, but it won’t reach your heart. (eh) [Chorus] I’m a kite without an anchor, pulled hard through the blue, the wind decides my direction, and there’s nothing I can do. I spin when the storm shifts, I dip when the cold comes in, I’m still looking for the ground where you used to hold me in. I’m a kite without an anchor, and the line is out of reach, I call your name into weather, but nothing brings you back to me. I need something I can hold cuz the whole sky starts to slide, leave me a sign in the night - something real enough to find. [Verse 2] I fold up my thoughts like receipts in a coat, (ah) too heavy to think, but words caught in my throat. (ah) The night hits me hard, no noise in the room, (ah) every sound that I hear is a message of you. (ah) I write it to you on papers I will never send, (ah) like ink could build a bridge to the end. (ah) I keep saying “later” like later is real, (ah) but later’s a plot I'm not ready to steal. (ah) And people talk closure like it’s something you choose, (eh) like you zip it up tight and you don’t let it bruise. (eh) But grief isn’t loud - it just stays on beat, (eh) like a kick in the chest on repeat, repeat. (eh) [Chorus] I’m a kite without an anchor, pulled hard through the blue, the wind decides my direction, and there’s nothing I can do. I spin when the storm shifts, I dip when the cold comes in, I’m still looking for the ground where you used to hold me in. I’m a kite without an anchor, and the line is out of reach, I call your name into weather, but nothing brings you back to me. I need something I can hold cuz the whole sky starts to slide, leave me a sign in the night - something real enough to find. [Final Chorus] I’m a kite without an anchor, pulled hard through the blue, the wind decides my direction, but I’m learning what to do. I spin when the storm shifts, I dip when the cold comes in, then I breathe through the worst of it - let the morning in.

0/500