The wind wraps me in to you.
And I can stand this.
For I am swept again.
This isn't melancholy,
crashing a wave,
a lost riptide.
I am clear on that.
All of that.
The wind wraps me in to you.
And I can stand this.
For I am swept again.
This isn't melancholy,
crashing a wave,
a lost riptide.
I am clear on that.
All of that.