I'm watching the dust blow in the wind -
Golden flakes of sand and dirt, swirling in my mind,
Making me spin with them.
Which way do I turn? Which choices?
As the wind pulls at my clothes and tosses my poor excuse for a mind
This way and that - against my will...
Against the wind...
Golden flakes of sand and dirt, swirling in my mind,
Making me spin with them.
Which way do I turn? Which choices?
As the wind pulls at my clothes and tosses my poor excuse for a mind
This way and that - against my will...
Against the wind...
angel:
Same to you! 