Three flags flung high Taut nylon lines Blow them a breeze for riding Three swallows never still Trace their routes along our hill For dunes deep enough to dive in It's there in your cards Recipes for losing Sometimes losing makes you better And you're better off to Shoot through the dark Your sparks fly even brighter And we'll find you in spite of Our tangled lines We're kites in the park ♪ Three into four Better for tug-of-warring Another feather for your tail Envy of all the heave-ho Chiming a wind A fighter winds And severs our line To leave me behind To wave at you from my window It's there in your stars Black holes to consume you Your lost souls to be rescued Like fledgling birds you'll hold to your heart So we'll brace you to be broken And though words will be spoken In tangled lines We're kites in the park Kites in the park Kites in the park Kites in the park