Текст песни
I'm a bird made of paper,
A boat made of breath; I'm dancing on the edge of a beautiful depth.
Don't ask for the sun,
Don't ask for the shore; I've opened a lock on an invisible door.
Let the rhythm be wide and the logic be thin; I'm living in the spaces where the secrets begin.
It's a choir, a rebellion,
A soft kind of want to be something the world hasn't tasted before.
A boat made of breath; I'm dancing on the edge of a beautiful depth.
Don't ask for the sun,
Don't ask for the shore; I've opened a lock on an invisible door.
Let the rhythm be wide and the logic be thin; I'm living in the spaces where the secrets begin.
It's a choir, a rebellion,
A soft kind of want to be something the world hasn't tasted before.