against the dark dark skies

White kites, love letters. As proud as this year's winter, strained swan's breast. Adamant.
They fly to above the coast and tremble over the water. I cry but the wind drowns my voice out. They wait for the signal from the lighthouse, I pray for it not to come. Otherwise I'll never see this face again, this whiteness, the trembling.
White kites, love letters. Surrender flags, pure hearts. They're gonna take away everything that's alive inside of me.