Wind in the wires Electricity, on the edge of a cliff Moments of transcendence Sweet and transitory But here comes a rage A crippling anger Sea birds
Wind in the wires It?s the sigh of wild electricity I?m on the edge of a cliff Surpassing Comfort and security But here comes a gale A crippling anger
Wind in the wires Electricty On the edge of a cliff Moments of transcedence Sweet and transitory But here comes a rage A crippling anger Sea birds are
Vertaling: Wolf, Patrick. Wind in de draden.
Vertaling: Wolf, Patrick. Wind In The Wires (Clifftop Demo).
: The motorway won't take a horse The wanderer has found a course to follow The traveller unpacked his bags for the last time The troubadour cut off
across the river mouth In skewed ascension With no destination Like this lone bachelor in me This constant yearning For great love and learning For the wind
: Wind in the wires It?s the sigh of wild electricity I?m on the edge of a cliff Surpassing Comfort and security But here comes a gale A crippling anger
: Drawing a line A ship in a harbour Yes I will go I?ll be going there soon A blue map of Cornwall Up on a bedroom wall Drawing a line I?ll be following
: (Instrumental)
: While I'm asleep My spirit crawls out Of my belly button And goes down to the sea To gather the wind The wires and the shore To wander the hills Like
: There's a house By the rails that I know In a valley Of It's own With trains and bones And birds in the yard Where the wild Nettles Grow Growing
: Jacob The ladder Is falling Down Heaven Is out Of reach For us now The golden gates The closing clouds Jacob The ladder Has fallen Down
: The work is done and the record pressed Now you're doing battle With the fickle press You've got to strike the hammers And pull the bow And another
: So long My friend There must always Be an end But all our love And life And song Carries on I carry it on Now the lightships Are guiding you Over
: I am the tragedy And the heroine I am lost And I am rescuing The storm is come And I am following My name is Tristan And I am alive Forever young
: (Hidden Track) Its a wild stretch of land Such a sad place to be When the night comes heavy down And the sands turn to sea Many saints have lost
: The storm blows around This harbour town I listen to its wind as a choir The shipping forecast Is crackling Like wet wood upon a fire And time slows
