The Ways Of The Wind Songtext / Lyric

[P.M. Dawn - The Ways of the Wind]



Holding on is like the ways of the wind,

Holding on is like the ways of the wind



I wore a ring that was taken so hastily,

Thinking naively that it guaranteed my safety

I'm looking at eyes that have stumbled across a shooting star

Saying that's alright, I know the kind of man you are



Holding on is like the ways of the wind,

Holding on is like the ways of the wind






How many things I recall I can't take too far

She's good at collecting

and counting on the things you are

Forever racing the flames she loved to put me through

I was never a good seahorse

But I can practice rides on you

Another world, another space,

another mind insists I'm crying

I once experienced time with you

Now a ll exists through rage and sighing

Simon says I love you

But not as much as you display

Who says its alright

Then Simon says she's yesterday



Holding on is like the ways of the wind

Like holding on a Nova Star

Holding on is like the ways of the wind

The constant search for who you are



Oh, life



Underneath love's theme lies a superficial chain

Whatever seduced the barrier

Thinks everything should stay the same

I'm meeting mind say,

Hi I think I love you

I never used to run from love

But calculate what I've been through.

Whatever love, whatever vibe,

Whenever I'm convinced you're lying

Ask me for my mind and I

Will ask you why your sighs are dying

Introduce the melancholy

I've felt since last I saw you

You say it's alright

But I'm crushed till it decides upon you



Holding on is like the ways of the wind

I only hope you'll understand

Holding on is like the ways of the wind

finding you've no place to stand



Send my deepest sympathy

To the flowers of December's garden.

What's for sale of you're emotions.

Tell me. Trust can't buy me love.

Well, that's OK

Tell me of your adventures, you know.

I bet I could survive the wind if

Curiosity's killed the snow for real.



Holding on is like the ways of the wind

Like holding on a Nova Star

Holding on is like the ways of the wind

The constant search for who you are

Holding on is like the ways of the wind

Like holding on a Nova Star

Holding on is like the ways of the wind

Finding a place to stand