I pile up all my longings for you
And push them into a dark room
The room is just behind the kitchen
Nobody will discover it
With a cigarette not leaving my hand I make myself drunk
And laugh at how pathetic I am when I wake from my drunken state
The coffee brewed has a bitter taste
I open my eyes and forget who you are
To let a kite become free one might as well cut its string
Let it, towards the blue sky, borne on the wind, fly
Flying higher and higher until it can't bee seen
Like a scene from a movie
Maybe this way I can live a little easier
By treating you like a kite, borne on the wind, flying
Flying higher and higher, until I don't care anymore
I've cut the string, no more longing for you
To let a kite become free one might as well cut its string
Let it, towards the blue sky, borne on the wind, fly
Flying higher and higher until it can't bee seen
Like a scene from a movie
Maybe this way I can live a little easier
By treating you like a kite, borne on the wind, flying
Oh, it doesn't matter to me where you fly to
I've cut the string, no more longing for you
Love will always be breaking peoples' hearts, making it
impossible for me to fall asleep
Again I can't help it and walk into that room
I close my eyes, and am again surrounded by my longings
Again surrounded by my longs
