This Western wind
Blows us around
Clever as sin
With the ribbons in her hair

She thinks she owns this whole damn town
But I've discovered what you're all about

And it's just thin air
That's blowing around everywhere

Candle burns
She blows it out
She takes it back onto herself

And then the darkness
Gets all around
But it remains like the ghost from the light
In her eyes
And her hair
Is blowing around everywhere

What a sight for sore eyes
But I'm nеver satisfied

This Westеrn wind
Is turning South
She got fed up
She getting out
[?] may be North
Just like the moths
Just like your friend said but now he's lost
Into thin air
Just blowing around everywhere
What a sight for sore eyes
But I'm never satisfied