Grace Cummings
In the Wind
Lord, won't you kiss them goodbye for me
Hold ceremonies and candles in the breeze
And sing a song for them
Turn your cheek to face the stars
Stop my throat from making noise
Hold me close when it gets dark
Lord, it's getting dark
Stop the clocks and raise your glass
Stop your pissing in the wind
It's dark outside again
Lord, won't you sing a song for the living
A melody of angels sweet enough to swim in
And all hearts that are broken
Will tune in to the song of them
And all eyes, they will be held open
Looking up to heaven
Lord, it's getting dark
Stop the clocks and raise your glass
Stop your pissing in the wind
It's dark outside again