The Wind - Peasant

i am speaking for the wind

blowin on my door

and its saying words i know

but in a different order

i am talking to a man

whos always in my dreams

and saying words i know

but in a different order

we try so hard to forget its true

but tonight ill come to you

but i guess well start and away we’ll ride

on this helpless train of fear

but no ones lost and no ones found

if were all here for good

everything you should

you try so hard to forget all about

the darkness and the doubt

well im on my knees and i let it out

and i cant regret no more

converge with me and you will see

this isnt what i want

well i change my mind so many times

i rather go than not

i am you (ooooh)

i am you (ooooh)

oh i am you (ooooOoh)