The Ways of the Wind

Holding on is like the ways of the wind, Holding on is like the ways of the wind I wore a ring that was taken so hastely, Thinking naively that it guaranteed my safety I'm looking at eyes that have stumbled across a shooting star Saying that's alright, I know the kind of man you are Holding on is like the ways of the wind, Holding on is like the ways of the wind How many things I recall I can't take too far She's good at collecting and counting on the things you are Forever racing the flames she loved to put me through I was never a good seahorse But I can practice rides on you Another world, another space, another mind insists I'm crying I once experienced time with you Now a ll exists through rage and sighing Simon says I love you But not as much as you display Who says its alright Then Simon says she's yesterday Holding on is like the ways of the wind Like holding on a Nova Star Holding on is like the ways of the wind The constant search for who you are Oh, life Underneath love's theme lies a superficial chain Whatever seduced the barrier Thinks everything should stay the same I'm meeting mind say, Hi I think I love you I never used to run from love But calculate what I've been through. Whatever love, whatever vibe, Whenever I'm convinced you're lying Ask me for my mind and I Will ask you why your sighs are dying Introduce the melancholy I've felt since last I saw you You say it's alright But I'm crushed till it decides upon you Holding on is like the ways of the wind I only hope you'll understand Holding on is like the ways of the wind finding you've no place to stand Send my deepest sympathy To the flowers of December's garden. What's for sale of you're emotions. Tell me. Trust can't buy me love. Well, that's OK Tell me of your adventures, you know. I bet I could survive the wind if Curiosity's killed the snow for real. Holding on is like the ways of the wind Like holding on a Nova Star Holding on is like the ways of the wind The constant search for who you are Holding on is like the ways of the wind Like holding on a Nova Star Holding on is like the ways of the wind Finding a place to stand