Sinclaire The Wind Is The Sound Of Crying
i dream of doing nothingtogether.
and i wish i was sitting next to you
saying nothing
when there was nothing to be said at all.
at all.
this place is so wide-open.
the wind chills to the bone.
the wind is the sound of you crying.
of all those ever alone.
i'd rather feel the pain
and spend time licking my wounds
then to have to know what it's like to live without you.
without you here.
i'm longing to be
your victim of
circumstance.
(circumstance)
and now at least i know you.
(written by ian murray)
