White Wind

(альбом: Ghostory - 2012)

(White)
(White)
(White wind)
(White, white, white wind)
(White, white, white wind)
(White, white, white wind)

I can feel my blood
Brush with the tides
And rally the waves
That fashion my heart
Locked in a vice
Between the shore and sea

This restlessness has always been
The foam sleeping in the waves
My heart is betrayed by silence
Like a thief that lies in wait

In the air, you possess
The fury to bury me
White wind, your murmurs
Resound in my waves
(You've rattled the ghost
That was sleeping inside of her)
White wind, you shatter the scenery again

I can feel my blood
Brush with the tides
And rally the waves
That fashion my heart
Locked in a vice
Between the shore and sea

In the air, you possess
The fury to bury me
White wind, your murmurs
Resound in my waves
(You've rattled the ghost
That was sleeping inside of her)
White wind, you shatter the scenery again

This restlessness has always been
The foam sleeping in the waves
My heart is betrayed by silence
Like a thief that lies in wait

This restlessness has always been
The foam sleeping in the waves
My heart is betrayed by silence
Like a thief that lies in wait

This restlessness has always been