Because we own the sky Secrets from the winds Burnt stars crying It's coming, it's coming now! What's coming? What's coming now? Each shade of blue Is kept in our eyes Keep blowing and lighting Soft, soft or cruel

Cold wind blowing over your private parts I know a lack you've got and it makes a strong case for art billboard breasts, they Don't have a face, I know that fact you've got, no girl could ever trace lionized, smoking just a little too violently I know

The summer wind The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts and the summer wind Like painted kites, those

Don't stop at the top (Don't stop at the top) Touch the sky before you drop (Touch the sky) Not a mountain that's too high To the best time of your life. You never take the easy way The wind is blowing straight into your face You never close your eyes

I'm no candle that can be blowin' out in the wind I'm no suffering like, the game I'm in I'm no street walker, I got fire and brimstone Sorry to disturb you, and your happy home All bets are off now, when the fire hits the sea I'm gonna lay it on you

Another night, another demise, Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice I'll let the wind blow out the light Cause its gets more painful every time i die. The faint blaze of the candle of my life, Slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. No sparks of hope

You look like rain You're the hallelujah kind I'm the dust that spins and the gust of wind that's blowing by I'm a desert dry And in my thirsty eyes 'Cause I'm hell up here on the high wire You and your Sunday mornings Me and my Saturday nights You and

I ride it like a wave I'm down for wherever it takes me I ride it, I ride it like a wave I'm waiting at the shore with my arms wide open Wind blowing in my hair, let the sea salt soak in Coming at me full force, do this with my eyes closed, yeah Just

Papon in tauile Dera ougra louchint in nemisi Trinoxtion samoni sindiu Primordial Breath The calling wind on my face Waving from the summoning of giants That heals my soul The virile fragrance of alpine tor The blowing breath of this fold

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more