I once knew a person
who could understand the way
the wind blew
I tried to learn the language
but it's as subtle as the mist
when the sun is down
He is up in the clouds now
he is drawing up the back
of each day
No amount of crying now
could bring him down
he is at a cross between
Everyone would ask me
why i hadn't spoke a word
in so long
The secret to a language
that is spoken by the soul
is its silence
All across the mountain
they went searching for my ghost
but I was hiding
No amount of shouting out
could bring them down
without my body
Mother can't you hear me
I've been blowing through the wind
this whole time.
No amount of crying now
could bring me down
I am an animal.
who could understand the way
the wind blew
I tried to learn the language
but it's as subtle as the mist
when the sun is down
He is up in the clouds now
he is drawing up the back
of each day
No amount of crying now
could bring him down
he is at a cross between
Everyone would ask me
why i hadn't spoke a word
in so long
The secret to a language
that is spoken by the soul
is its silence
All across the mountain
they went searching for my ghost
but I was hiding
No amount of shouting out
could bring them down
without my body
Mother can't you hear me
I've been blowing through the wind
this whole time.
No amount of crying now
could bring me down
I am an animal.