Wind blowing again tonight, I’m sorry
Wind picks up another step tonight
Eyes trying to say they’re sorry
Get ignored by everyone this night

Feet lifting from careless earth
Clouds are bending down to sleep
Another whisper says it’s sorry
And another stranger digs down deep

Wind blowing your hair aside, it’s cold here
Wind brings down another crowd tonight
A crowd trying to say it’s early
Too early or too late to fight

Green fields tell me to go away
The sky bends down to whisper an advice
Today I’ve realized it’s too early
To find myself as cold as ice
Today it doesn’t even bother me
Call me traitor if you want

This day it can’t be cold here
But I think that’s too late to realize