We belong to the wind,
but the wind doesn't blow us.
We grew from the earth,
now there's no earth below her.
Like a love
that has suffered so long,
we hold our little hands,
our little feet.
The bloody night,
the local fear.
We turn on little minds,
the radio,
the wonderland.
Our next stop,
King,
but the
answer's in the wind.
So you think that
you're just in the eye of the beholder.
And you think that the wind will take you so much closer.
So you bend over backwards to catch the next breeze.
And you find
yourself caught up in a deep breeze.
Help me, help me,
help me.
But the wind has no mercy.
The wind has no mercy.
The wind has no mercy.
The wind has no mercy.
We hold our little hands,
our little feet.
The bloody night,
the local fear.
We turn on little minds,
the radio,
the wonderland.
Our next stop, King,
but the answer's in the wind.