hear the wind blow
whistling violently the impossible
until you have it your way, child
cherish the things, you already know
put on your mask, you don't have to hide no more
what is it that you wanna find?
shimmering highs and lows
puppeteering in the second degree
I wish you'd listen, we'd all be fine
nobody really knows
who's to blame, for all this blood in my heal
I'd really wish you made up your mind
