The Breeze

(Ah... ah...)



I want to be the breeze

I want to be free

In all its forms and bring

The ice and storms and sing

The way it used to be



I want to be the wind

Hear as I begin

To stumble by the night

And hanging high and light

As bedsheets by a pin



Remind me of the

Branches feeling

Dewdrops kneeling

In the wold



Put your fingers fast to

Sleeping, buried

Cheekbones cherried

By the cold



(Ahh... ah-ah-ah...)



I want to live on

I want to be gone

From automatic fates

Free from static states

Not to see the dawn



I want to dissolve

I want to revolve

Around no spinning poles

Between no grinning souls

With eyes locked in their love



Remind me of the

Branches feeling

Dewdrops kneeling

In the wold



Put your fingers fast to

Sleeping, buried

Cheekbones cherried

By the cold



I want to be the breeze

I want to be free

In all its forms and bring

The ice and storms and sing

The way it used to be