I looked in her eyes and feared her words,
Trough them, she was letting me go.
'There is wind chasing trough my veins,
It's what keeps me alive,
...
Wind Trough My Veins
I looked in her eyes and feared her words,
Trough them, she was letting me go.
'There is wind chasing trough my veins,
It's what keeps me alive,
I cannot remain, I cannot,
I wish I could, though...
You're too slow,
Your dreams to close
to the ground.
So easy to be stepped on...
So hard to hear their sound.'
I listened, then I walked
a few steps back.
I watched her, trough sands of time,
As she was tearing my sad, lonely heart
apart.