Time to close the window, this is more than a breeze
The birds have all gone quiet in the bending trees
They worry about their hollow bones
And wonder will the branches break
And leave them with no hope no chance against the wind
The heart is more an engine than a metaphor for love
It's practical, efficient but it's heavy with blood
Heavy on my hollow bones
I wonder will the branches break
And leave me with hope no chance against the wind
An empty heart, is as light as a feather
Filling it with love - is nothing but a tether
Blame it on my heart, as light as a feather
Taking by the wind, when I'm ready to surrender
With my hollow bones
And all these empty aches
And I'm alone, no chance against the wind
And every time I let love in
I wonder will the branches break
And leave me with no hope no chance against the wind
Every time we let love in
It's for another chance to fly
And maybe we won't spend another night alone
