Lyric Context Universe
close to a lullabye
the wind chimes tinglin'
tinglin'
close to a lullabye
the wind chimes tinglin'
tinglin'
for the thing that never was
wild as the wind
wild as the wind is
for the thing that never was
wild as the wind
wild as the wind is
start
you gotta go where the wind blows
chloe
start
you gotta go where the wind blows
chloe
start
you gotta go where the wind blows
chloe
start
you gotta go where the wind blows
chloe
no need to fix your hair
shake the town with the windows down
fly in the midnight air
no need to fix your hair
shake the town with the windows down
fly in the midnight air
start
the voices in the wind
will take you home again
start
the voices in the wind
will take you home again
the seasons come and reasons go
and while the winds of memory blows
she turns to stone
the seasons come and reasons go
and while the winds of memory blows
she turns to stone
i waited far too long
out on the winding wind
dreaming and hoping as the world moved on
i waited far too long
out on the winding wind
dreaming and hoping as the world moved on
ah babe
but i can see the wind
i cannot seem to make my way
ah babe
but i can see the wind
i cannot seem to make my way
my boys
the wind comes on to blow
one half the watch is sick on deck
my boys
the wind comes on to blow
one half the watch is sick on deck
some don't but they are few
the winds are blowing
the choice is all up to you
some don't but they are few
the winds are blowing
the choice is all up to you
all my dreams pass before my eyes with curiosity
dust in the wind
all they are is dust in the wind
all my dreams pass before my eyes with curiosity
dust in the wind
all they are is dust in the wind
embodied in this black heart shameless
straws in the wind
is it all ending?
embodied in this black heart shameless
straws in the wind
is it all ending?
and i've been in between
i talk to the wind
my words are all carried away
and i've been in between
i talk to the wind
my words are all carried away
start
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
start
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
the seasons come and the reasons go
and while the wind and memory blows
she turns to stone
the seasons come and the reasons go
and while the wind and memory blows
she turns to stone