Something is about to give I can feel it coming I think I know what it is I'm not afraid to die I'm not afraid to live And when I'm flat on my back I
For the benefit of Mr. Kite There will be a show tonight on trampoline The Hendersons will all be there Late of Pablo Fanques' fair, what a scene Over
I'm coming back I traveled far And now that I've lost my map I'm searching for the start I wanna feel you deeper I sailed a lonely sea Just like an aimless
Give me help, give me help You can levitate me Then take off them rings Off them hose levitate me Higher place, levitate me Elevator lady, elevator
Come up and be a kite Beelzebub is aching in my belly-oh My feet are heavy and I'm rooting in my wellios And I wanna get away and go From all these mirror
Feel heavy Once felt it hard Question an answer For a thousand days Give birth to the earth Then let it drift away Open and flow Just swinging forever
With a tuppence for paper and string You can have your own set of wings With your feet on the ground you're a bird in flight With your fist holding tight
You are a lonely child, nobody prays for you Sadly, faces will remind That you're not real anymore Shadow, sleep softly, dreams will fill your mind You
Watch me levitate, levitate, levitate Away from you As I close my eyes I can see the light As I levitate, levitate, levitate Somethings ringing in my
Let's go fly a kite Up to the highest height Let's go fly a kite And send it soaring Up through the atmosphere Up where the air is clear Oh, let's go
Go fly a kite and tie your troubles to the tail They'll be blown away by a merry gale, Go fly a kite and toss your worries to the wind And they won
(R. Haffkine/D. Locorriere/R. Sawyer/R. Elswitt/J. Garfat/B. Francis) Alright, now everybody say hello to the bass (What are you yellin' about?) Now
I hid myself from failure and fear Oh my dear you're a threat to the bad in us all They tell themselves that each word from your lips Or the grace in
In a conservatory I looked at him He was adjacent to me I thought about my debts He was talking about his house In the Lake District Come levitate In
Mr. Banks: With tuppence for paper and strings You can have your own set of wings With your feet on the ground You're a bird in a flight With your fist
The Sunday after, there was laughter in the air Everybody had a kite they were flying everywhere And all the trouble went away and it wasn't just a dream
Beneath the blue Organ Mountains Beneath the sky and the stars Far from the road and trail, I hear you sigh I hear you sigh, I hear you sigh In the skin