There is a wind walking beside me Hand in a hand playing in my hair Dreams of things are lost on the bottom Dreams of past are posters framed on the wall The bottle blows its lonely whistler In through the glass the empty whisperer's hear Dust and particles all dancing Waltzing, tango, rumba all the way up to the top A knife once never used A kid without a soul Armour naked nude Non national Things brought back by the past Beast better eat before date best Loving in the meadow roses Impassive the release emptying the bottle Quiet toes are whispering while playing in the sand Lenses watching at souls, aaaaaaaaaahhh, feasting Our specimen has locked itself on the wrong side of the wall The lion peeing in his territory Non shall pass past the post Things he got to help him maintain technique help him stay in tune in war Justice for the poor Feeding the hungry child Cloths to the naked man Life to the dead You never ask na na na na A teardrop on the map Some dotted lines lying on the desk Kind of makes you happy to be human the end There is a wind walking before me Passing people like they've never been there before Seeing twinkling stars in their eyeballs Foreign galaxies being light years ahead The start