I'm in a dirty bed, in a cold room whispers in my ears memories strangers I hear the wind outside it transports me I can leave the torments of no possibility, oh.
Just relief When I feel like the wind, the sounds of the wind... Can believe sometimes I feel like the wind I can scape soon.
Go back to my dirty bed to my cold room just wait until the wind is coming it's desire, and quiet I wait for that moment to leave my torments Oh, again.
Just relief When I feel like the wind, the sound of the wind Can believe sometimes I feel like the wind I can scape soon.