These loud wind With one hand in the water running cold and clear Fog obliterates the morning and I don't know where I am The heart is pounding and you are always on my mind Lost wisdom Is a quiet echo Lost wisdom A boulder under the house I used to know you Now I don't The screaming wind said my name, I think, significant and dark My lost face in the mirror at the gas station Who are you above my face that I wake up with alone? Lost wisdom Approaching shape in the low light You thought you (guitaretab.com)
