Blessed are the forgetful And cursed are the ones who dream about loss Who are reset by the scent of the breeze Blessed are the forgetful And cursed are the ones who hear a song. Who see a picture Who think of a day when all should be But all is not
Alone in a hallway A flowing breeze through tree tops An ocean's horizon Chasing you into the waves Rain sounds on the window I shelter you from storms The other side of the bed Empty, cold sheets Empty city streets
A winding road that disappears into a mountainous landscape Snow fall An open field
I can't stop loving what is gone And I can't stop loathing what is here Until the wind stops blowing My heart re-falls in love To break again and again Forever