Life is a breeze,
you got it all,
you better hang on if you don't want to fall.
All of your castle made on the sand
won't remain when the tide returns.
The darkness flies, it flies on piles
of those who fall within its miles.
One day they're in,
the next they're out, cause nothing remains,
no nothing remains
when the wind changes its mind.
Those we empower adjust their looks,
adjust our lives and adjust
their books.
Rewrite the laws to suit their cause,
send us a bill,
pay for it all,
while
in this quiet the whips again.
Upon the backs of those they've changed,
are they ready,
facing the same?
Cause nothing remains,
no nothing remains when the wind
changes its mind.
It's too late to turn the tide,
it's too late to run and hide,
but not too late to change
our ways.
Not too late to begin again.
No matter what,
sickness or health,
whichever you are,
we'll turn about.
It will come light,
even the night, when it does,
you better think fly.
Run to
the highest hill you can find.
Don't look back,
you won't
have time.
All that you want will turn
to stone,
cause nothing remains,
no nothing remains
when the wind
changes its mind.
When the wind changes its mind.