Lyrics
There's a spirit in the wind that has died,
And isn't strong enough to move me;
I am sick of seeing anything when everything
Is ocean: bright, blank, stillness
Like a punishment.
(My love, there is a wind in the canvas
But I still will not be warm home soon.)
Groaning, I brought myself to this hole
Where the world forgot me
And my love will miss me;
But my life won't leave me.
I can't understand why I'm caught like I am;
Losing hope, leaving logic behind.
I am here in the calming with
Hatred for boredom.
There is wind, there is water.
But I can't move.
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