In summertime the air breathed light through apertures and doors
Holding hands out of windows in cars, the wind in our ears roared
The trees could never cast a shadow that darkened our stride
Not a path through the cool summer night we couldn't say we tried

Just so you know, I would rather have died
Sooner exchanged my life than see that summer slide to winter's cold hand
It's just a step on the wind
Never could I begin to verbalize it all

Do you hear the call?

With wrists unbound we beat our wings against the heated air
Flying higher than mountains that once paralyzed us with their stare
The cages that we left behind, they fill with empty space
No constriction can kill in our minds the fantasies we chase

Wind, carry me over mountains, through land and sea
And we gave it all, our momentum will never let us fall