And we can feel the blood in the backseat
And she looked like a child in her mother's clothing
And I danced into the daylight
And we, our blisters raised us to the sun
And everything felt like fire on the Eastside
And everything breathed water from the West
And quietly we wondered into our dreams
And violently we shook our fists to the sky
The Zephyrs on, we've been playing this song all night long, and all I've grown is what I've sown
The Zephyrs on, we've been playing this song way to long, and all I've grown is what I've sown
I don't ever want to leave, I don't ever want to go
Praise the Westwind
I need the breeze, I need the air
Fill up our wings as we ride the swing of the sun
But above all things don't fly too close
All we see is all we need, All I've grown is what I've sown, All I know is what I've grown
