Kelly Boesch - Quiet Rebellion (Тихое восстание)

My heart beats a post that I wear on my sleeve; I only tell stories that I want to believe.
I'm a bird made of paper,
A boat made of breath; I'm dancing on the edge of a beautiful depth.
Don't ask for the sun,
Don't ask for the shore; I've opened a lock on an invisible door.
Let the rhythm be wide and the logic be thin; I'm living in the spaces where the secrets begin.