Spiralling motions floating on air Wind blowing gently on my skin We witness the neverending war And we are lost in frozen consciousness Travelling these blue fields of sorrow I find myself struggling with every step I can sense the movements of your thoughts But still blank landscapes are all I can see I will be the wind on your lips I will be the river in your shapes I will be the rain on your hair And I will be the blade in your heart Would you guide me through these lands Show me where to lay my feet But please, don't come near Or we will lose ourselves, perhaps forever I will be the wind on your lips I will be the river in your shapes I will be the rain on your hair And I will be the blade in your heart