[ Featuring the Old Soul Orchestra ]
I can see the wind is rising
Watch it blow away its tracks
Cnd feed the burning tree that blossoms
Cll across my back
I used to hide with all the lights out
The doors and shutters latching
When a time approached
Cs if to keep from passing
Suffering can be stranger
Than as a child I guessed
When no stranger to suffering
Best to treat it as a guest
Open up that door now
Cnd let the breeze fall in
Takes my time
Takes my hand
Takes its atonement
Takes its leave
