There's a north wind coming in and there's a west wind coming in and there's an east wind coming in and there's a strong wind blowing in from the south and there's a sweet metallic taste in my mouth. there's a dead feeling lingering over the wind. and there's a one-way ticket in my hot little hand and I'm kissing your eyelids and I'm going to japan. there's life and liberty on my tongue and there's a dead silence where the wind-chimes hung and on some mountain somewhere in the world it's snowing but here in the fields there's not a thing growing. maybe next year, ya know, there is a way of knowing. there's wind coming in from all directions. there's a coat on my shoulders--midnight connections. and I'm kissing you and leaving you behind in the sand. I'm holding you a while then I'm going to japan.