The wind is blowing, that deadly white wind is blowing…

Your face is showing, the cure, the yellow sorrow, the wind is blowing…

My heart is slowing, only three fingers left out of the red pond, like the petals of the silent rose, she drowned…the wind is blowing…

Your eyes are enjoying, the tarot cards ritual, she was so secure with the spirit and instinct and desire…shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the wind is blowing…

My mind overflowing, the colors, the LED lights halo around the bosom of the walnut tree and the garden disappeared forever once she couldn`t get the lily pad to dace when the wind was blowing…that deadly white wind was blowing…