the wind blows at your hair,
and your eyes glisten and shine.
You look at me, and your eyes turn stone cold
the air feels weak and the sky is now dark
the wind blows at your hair.
I feel something move over us,
but you do not move,
the thing feels the air,
till I can breath no more,
Then wind blows at your hair.
We lay in the field,
holding each others hands,
we look to one another and say our good-byes,
the wind blows at your hair.
I turn away and then back,
you are gone.
I squeeze my hand
but your hand is gone too,
the wind blows no more.