I'm in a dirty bed, in a cold room
whispers in my ears
memories strangers
I hear the wind outside
it transports me
I can leave the torments
of no possibility, oh.

Just relief
When I feel like the wind,
the sounds of the wind...
Can believe
sometimes I feel like the wind
I can scape soon.

Go back to my dirty bed
to my cold room
just wait until
the wind is coming
it's desire, and quiet
I wait for that moment
to leave my torments
Oh, again.

Just relief
When I feel like the wind,
the sound of the wind
Can believe
sometimes I feel like the wind
I can scape soon.