Flute Wire Tango

Drifting

through the quiet hours of dawn

Waiting for the shadows to be gone (hmmm)

And we rise with the wind,

let it blow

Catching the currents below (oooh)

Leaves are turning under yellow skies

I can see the dynamic in your eyes

Carry me home, carry me far

Under the light of a fading star

And we rise with the wind,

let it blow

Catching the currents below

(oooh, yeah)