If you should see me stop and scan the hot sky, don't let me; give me an alibi,
If you should see me stoop to smell the rose, don't let me; show me the thorns it grows.
I can hear nothing but the howling,
Nothing but wind,
It's covering the tracks where I have been,
I will say nothing but a whisper,
Lash me to the mast,
It is nothing but the ghost of innocence past.
If you should hear me beckon long lost years, don't let me; burn me with the salt of my tears,
If you should hear me wish upon a star, don't let me; show me the way things are.
I can hear nothing but the howling,
Nothing but wind,
It's covering the tracks where I have been,
I will say nothing but a whisper,
Paralysed of voice,
It is nothing but the ghost of paradise lost.
Yeah, hey.
If you should feel me move toward the light, you'd shoot me down like a dead satellite,
If you should feel me shake on feet of clay, you'd have me baptised in shades of grey.
I can hear nothing but the howling,
Nothing but wind,
It's covering the tracks where I have been,
I will say nothing but a whisper,
Lash me to the mast,
It is nothing but the ghost of innocence past,
Oh, nothing but the howling,
Nothing but wind,
It's covering the tracks where I have been,
I will say nothing but a whisper,
Paralysed of voice,
It is nothing but the ghost of paradise lost.
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