How do you want me to write a song
If next to you there is no vindication
The song that time will not pass
Where nothing ever happens.

A gust of wind visited us
And not a branch of the tree was shaken
The song that the wind stopped
Where nothing ever happens.

One autumn the demon showed up
It was when the little tree leafed out
The song that time was late
Where nothing ever happened.

A gust of wind visited us
But our weather vane didn't even flinch
The song of the wind stopping
Where nothing ever happens.

Meanwhile the hours go by
I dream that I wake up next to her
I wonder if she's alone
And I burn inside a bonfire.

The chain that tied the clock to the hours broke
The downpour stopped and now we are floating two drops
Holding on to the tail of the wind for a moment I feel better
I forgot to put my feet on the ground and I feel better
Fly! Fly!