Windstream


to wake up... to wake up from a strange dream

at the cusp... at the cusp of a new peace

we are just... we are just stepping like leaves

we go up... we go up in the windstream


on the moon... on the moon is the sunís light

we are tuned... we are tuned to renew sight

in a room... in a room where the truth hides

we assume... we assume our aloof sides

and confuse what we canít find


when our thoughts... when our thoughts can be seen

we are touched... we are touched by the fiendís reach

one of us... one of us is the wormís feast

we go up... we go up in the windstream



Words by David Delmar & Warren Nelson. ©1998



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