All these words that you say
They don't mean that much to me
And the tears that we cry
Quickly dry inside this place
Theres a wind in my room
And it's blowing through and through
Where it goes nobody knows
No, neither do you
So how can you say that you don't need it
When you're bleeding
And there's something in your eyes tonight
And where did we learn to complicate our minds
So we can smile when we're looking eye to eye
And so we fall and we die
And we hope we finally find
A place that, a place like children we will sing
We have the light
Its not hiding, but it's shining
Bright as the sun on a summer day when the clouds are far away
Or a city on the hill
A can along your windowsill for the world to see
Yeah there's something different inside of you and me
While we sing in a tongue, prove my melen state
Were convicted in our souls
No one ask a single sway
You look at me, i look at you
It seems a bit absurd
Where the flower in your hair has died
Im sure you've heard
So how can you say that you don't need it
When you're bleeding
From a wound that can be seen
Looking in your eyes
We have the light
Its not hiding but it's shining
Bright as the sky on a summer day when the clouds are far away
Or a city on a hill
A can along your windowsill for the world to see
Theres something different inside of you and—
We have the light
Its not hiding but it's shining
Bright as the sky on a summer day when the clouds are far away
Or a city on a hill
A can along your windowsill for the world to see
2 comments:
I don't know where wind goes after it blows through my room. I would like to think that it moves across the earth and explores all kinds of rad places. but it probably just dissipates into death. A salt rock lamp would be awesome. did it look like the three stones that glow from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Those things were awesome. I want one. but I don't want my heart to be ripped out.
This is a cool song - I like this one
I've never heard of this band either, so I gave the album a listen and it has some good songs
Well played, my friend
This song reminds me of 'Postcards From Italy' by Beirut
As far as the wind goes, it can never die, so it does go explore rad places
The first law of thermodynamics states that energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed from one form to another
So that wind that blew through your room, might have actually been on the set -
of Indian Jones and the Temple of Doom, at some point, maybe even during that scene
I'm also convinced that most wind in our part of the country comes from Wyoming
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