wind return

three. unrelated.

and if you won't let me run with it

we're on to your same old trick 

get up and run away with it

have you ever seen the far side of a mountain

swallow the sky 

as you travel through the valley 

as you're speedin' still far behind

bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash

talking trash, under your breath 

bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash 

talking trash, under my window

existence, well what does it matter

i exist on the best terms i can 

the past is now part of my future 

the present is well out of hand 

- beautiful souls of the not-so-privileged in paris.
(lyrics: heart and soul - joy division)

here in the cup of my hands

from between cracked fingers 

old blood spills

i want to live and i want to love

i want to catch something 

that i might be ashamed of