Gust of wind through fields of desolation,
blowing through pain, a sorrow plantation...

Dried out and left behind,
Shelter in nothing, here I am entwined...

Woke up in the morning,
seems the world is mine...

I wrote this to my girlfriend to tell her sorry...
when a storm is happening you realise how much...

I love the way you breathe,
even if it's the smell of my feet...