Pulled by sounds of the inner ear My mouth it trembles, it inches near to whisper nothings in her ear to expose my inner fear The sounds aloud say "Enter Dear" but I don't think i'll windsurf here I find it clear that Winter's near Retreat outside this inner ear! I run and dive and disappear in the desert in the clear where nothing tries to interfere to be alone and chin the tears to sway and pass the spinning years to dance and bow and give my cheers I know I am the winner here