The Talking Wind

(albüm: The Waves, The Wake - 2018)

I've been talking with the wind a lot
Throwing words out there I've kept too long
We breathe the same way when we're drawn
I know I have a friend in it

(High, high)
Your fingers weave
Above the trees
(High, high)
The talking wind
The turning leaves

As you left a force to fly on
Left a fragment to be played upon
Falling in the new, the [?] storm
And went right through
I stood in its way and became

(High, high)
Your fingers weave
Above the trees
(High, high)
The talking wind
The turning leaves
(High, high)
Your shoulder blades
Among the waves
(High, high)
You fly away
And dissipate

The wind makes sound instead of words
And I think I understand
Neither needs to explain and turn
It cries out and I understand

(High, high)
Your fingers weave
Above the trees
(High, high)
The talking wind
The turning leaves
(High, high)
Your shoulder blades
Among the waves
(High, high)
You fly away
And dissipate