Twist and turn in the violent wind; sealing heart, mind and skin
Imagining the crying shame, when everything stays the same
But my aspirations are different
With the white of my eyes peering, deeply through the black of your soul
Search the sky for a spot of dark, and build upon it your sweet ark
Imagining that nothing's left; memories put to rest
But my aspirations are different
With the warmth of my breath rolling slowly across your skin
But my aspirations are different
With the white of my eyes peering, deeply through the black of your soul
But my aspirations are different
With the warmth of my breath rolling slowly across your skin
Twist and turn in the violent wind; sealing heart, mind and skin