Find me a hole
Where the red wind blows
And the glitter turns to gold.
Find me a place
Where the red wind breaks
And the freedom never strays.
Find me a house
Where I can hang around
And wrap the red wind round.
Find me a field
Where the evil yield
And the red wind serves the meals.
Give me the trees
Where the red wind leaves
So I can rest with ease.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
Find me a hole
Where the red wind blows
And the glitter turns to gold.
Find me a place
Where the red wind breaks
And the freedom never strays.
Find me a house
Where I can hang around
And wrap the red wind round.
Find me a field
Where the evil yield
And the red wind serves the meals.
Give me the trees
Where the red wind leaves
So I can rest with ease.
