Whoah, the places we'll go
From the tops of the trees see beyond what we know
I will shed the limbs I lack
Now the spirit moves and it's gonna come back
Whispering so we can hear it
Appearances are a flower in the hat
Kites we build from feathers we find
Glide to where our feet won't take us
Oh, caress my back
In the equation of a simple map
I was alone disillusionally
Seeing a companion sitting next to me
Whispering so we can hear it
Appearances are a flower in the hat
Kites we build from feathers we find
Glide to where our feet won't take us
Oh, the places we'll go
Whoah, we don't actually know