I've been talking with the wind a lot Throwing words out there I've kept too long We breathe the same way when we're drawn I know I have a friend in it (High, high) Your fingers weave Above the trees (High, high) The talking wind The turning leaves As you left a force to fly on Left a fragment to be played upon Falling in the new, the wondering storm And went right through I stood in its way and became (High, high) Your fingers weave Above the trees (High, high) The talking wind The turning leaves (High, high) Your shoulder blades Among the waves (High, high) You fly away And dissipate The wind makes sound instead of words And I think I understand Neither needs to explain and turn It cries out and I understand (High, high) Your fingers weave Above the trees (High, high) The talking wind The turning leaves (High, high) Your shoulder blades Among the waves (High, high) You fly away And dissipate