[Intro] When I was small I stood on the hill watching clouds move past the ridge I didn’t know what held them there I only watched until they were gone [Verse 1] I shaved the wood and stretched the cloth drew another line across the page tightened the frame changed the angle made it lighter once again I held the wing up to the light checked every edge with both my hands Then down the hill I started running and the ground came back too soon [Pre-Chorus] Wood dust on my sleeves one loose thread along the seam I turned the frame and looked again then carried it back up the hill [Chorus] The sky with no name over the hill always a little farther than before I ran beneath it with both hands full of wood and cloth and air The sky with no name I still could not tell what moved it so I went back and ran again [Verse 2] One afternoon the cloth pulled hard the frame grew light inside my hands The ground fell low beneath my feet the hill moved back behind me For several seconds there was only wind against the wooden frame Then the grass came close again and both my feet found earth [Pre-Chorus 2] I checked the knots I checked the line the angle and the weight Nothing looked different to me so the next day I did the same [Chorus 2] The same frame the same cloth the same hill under my feet I leaned forward started running one step two steps three The sky with no name was still above me The grass kept rising past my knees I ran until the hill ran out and this time I did not leave the ground [Verse 3] After that I stayed there longer without touching the frame Grass bent low then stood again a leaf turned its pale side up Clouds moved east above the ridge then slowed where the light grew thin A bird crossed once without a sound then changed its height and disappeared [Pre-Chorus 3] My hands were still The cloth was still but farther down the hill the grass had started moving [Bridge] Some days I carried it home before I ran Some days I stood there until the light began to fade Some days I took three steps and stopped Some days I waited To fly. To turn back. To wait. [Final Chorus] The sky with no name over the hill clouds moving slowly past the ridge The leaves turned once then twice the grass leaned down along the slope I lifted the frame held it there and waited Then down the hill I started running the cloth pulled hard the ground fell away for one quiet moment I flew [Outro] I landed past the lower field with dirt along one sleeve Behind me the grass was moving somewhere else the leaves were still The wind turned. Again. I said nothing. I watched the sky. © Kamo Please do not re-upload, redistribute, or release this song or its lyrics on other platforms without permission. 無断転載・再配布・無断での音楽配信はご遠慮ください。
