Il testo della Where the wind is going

Frank Black

Data di rilascio : 05/05/2008

Durata : 0:03:32

Stile : Alternative

I dont have time for your tears
Its kinda hard to explain
I got a bird in my brain
I got a dog in my ear
I could be gone for a year

Where the wind is going
Indiana or spain
Where the wind is going
I cannot get in that line
Get to my suffering on time

I hear the whistling outside
I think you think it's a witch
Shell be scratching my itch
Shell be blushing my hide
I feel i've taken a ride

Where the wind is going
If i'm broke or i'm rich
Where the wind is going
I cannot get in that line
Get to my suffering on time

Through the barleycorn
Through the rows of places i was born
Into babels maze
In that dark design
Where the neon red of exit signs
Leads my simple gaze

Where the wind is going
Where the wind is going
I cannot get in that line
Get to my suffering on time

Through the barleycorn
Through the rows of places i was born
Into babels maze
In that dark design
Where the neon red of exit signs
Leads my simple gaze

Down that river side
Where from loneliness i often died
And so many times i will be raised