Wind Lyrics

I wade out across the creek

Through the pines I follow the trail I see

Tearing up old magazines

I start a fire and watch the flames flicker in green

I am the wind

I am the storm

I am the clouds that take their time to slowly form

I am the beast, the bird, the beating restless drum

I am the song inside the song inside the heart

As I look back across the banks

I see the shape of the skin of the snake

And I remember the sound you make

When you run your fingers slow across your nervous face

You are the wind

You are the storm

You are the clouds that take their time to slowly form

You are the beast, the bird, the beating restless drum

You are the song inside the song inside the heart

What is this nature that I must solve?

What's the question, I'm so sorry I forgot?

We are the wind

We are the storm

We are the clouds that take their time to slowly form

We are the beast, the bird, the beating restless drum

We are the song inside the song inside the heart

We are the song inside the song inside the heart