文本歌词

Wind Machine - Diane Birch
You looked away when I pulled the sheets from the bed
I never figured it out but baby one of us bled
Giving me nonchalance
Was it something that I said
What were we talking about
'Cos I forget
Epiphanies knock around like loose change in your pocket
You're reading Ulysses but you just don't get it
November is coming on and the nights are getting longer
Summer always deceives
Little promises like the orange leaves
Blowing in a wind machine
Wind machine
Wind machine
Wind machine
I looked away when you pulled the crown off your head
You told me baby
I think it's meant for you instead
I only got a little time now
Left to dine on virgin wine
Valley of the hungry ghost
What you really want the most
Is blowing in a wind machine
Wind machine
Blowing round in a wind machine
Wind machine
Like the footsteps running
Running right behind you
But they don't catch you when you come back down
Like a snowflake falling in the summertime
See you around
I'll see you around round round round round
Blowin' and blowin' and blowin' and blowin' and blowin'
Blowin' round in a wind machine
Wind in a wind machine
Promises in a wind machine
Little leaves in a wind machine
November is coming on and the nights are getting longer
Summer always deceives
Little promises like the orange leaves