Bob Geldof Blow
Blow hateful wind Cold on faithless skin Higher than the highest high Love will find a way to you again
Flow bitter seas Thrown down on buckled knees Colder than the oldest sin Love will find a way to you again
Can you speak it? Yes, I'll speak of thin, bleak winter moons Will you speak it? Yes, to boneless ghosts of empty rooms
And repeat it? Yes, to maddened priests of waste and ruin But love will find a way to you again
Blow endless wind Blow hateful wind
Love will find a way to you again Yes, love will find a way to you again Love will find a way to you again
