The Primitives where the wind blows live

midnight and there's no one else around
street lights all across this... of town
everything is still the same
so when you gonna come back
the trees are singing your name
so when you gonna come back
step by my window
go where the wind blows
moonlight just the shadows ...
starry night and it always ends this way
everything is still the same
so when you gonna come back
the trees are singing your name
so when you gonna come back
step by my window
go where the wind blows
morning and I knows there's something wrong
and I realize that your lost instead
lost instead and gone