I lie silent, my sleep refused

Questions color my mind, cluttered and confused

But somehow

somehow...oh, oh



Ooo, ooo, the wind whispers its secrets to you and you won't



Sway with the trees and feel the warm summer breeze
caress each leaf, gently

Night owls call out while willows weep to the sounds of nearby towns

The slightest symphonies sing

and captivate the evening

with most agreeable strings

And when his hands finally meet

his chorus lulls you to sleep

a tiresome melody invites you



Ooo, ooo, the wind whispers its secrets to you and you won't



I lie silent, my sleep refused

Questions color my mind, cluttered and confused

But somehow

somehow...