Kite by Pothead
We'd wait around for all those years
Strike match like memories lost a gear
I said too much,I said too much
I'm still in love,I'm still in love
But I'm outta luck,yeah I'm outta lunch
And I'm wondering what to do
Somebody told me yesterday.
"The government men have a secret way"
The kite I flew above the Lynden sky
It made my hand turn blue,my head go,too
Not long,long ago there's a place I did know
Where the time and the people they've stopped from
The rest
I'd climb up a tree,it was far I could see
To Canadian,Canadian,the Rockies of Canada...
The place,hiding place,that's my place,hiding place.
No one knew
Well Wylyn lived by Sumas mountain
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