I know just exactly
What happens to the wind when it blows…
Gusts dizzy me silly
Whilst standing on my head
Trying to point at castles in the sky
Upon how I perceive solid ground.
And it lingers between our shameless lungs
Which only desire to sing
The song of the breeze
Arcing through peaks,
Soaring through every blissful note,
Like something between us,
Surviving on the air who only knows our every need.