I Want Wind to Blow - The Microphones

The Thunderclouds

Broke up

And the rain dried up, the lightning let up

The clacking shutters just shut up

There’s no black or white, no change in the light

No night, no golden sun

The sound of cars, the smell of bars

The awful feeling of electric heat

Under fluorescent lights, there’s sacrifice

There’s hard feelings, there’s pointless waste

I want wind to blow

My clothes off me, sweep me off my feet

Take me up, don’t bring me back

Oh, where I can see days pass by me

I have no head to hold in grief

But there’s no hope for me, I’ve been set free

There’s no breeze, there’s no ship on my sea