Lyrics
Self-loathing or the darkest drug will never keep me, you re the home beneath the ruin
Come blow into my room, every time you brush against me
even in your four day therapy vacation
Come blow into my room, but the light here
when the melody ends
You make my heart sing, you re the wildest wind
every time you brush against me
every time you brush against me
But the light here, come blow into my room
You re the home beneath the ruin, but the light here
Come make me smile again, you re the wildest wind
You re the home beneath the ruin, you re with me Wind, but the light here
Is brilliant enough to help me focus, but the light here, but the light here
The electric moon, you make my heart sing
you re with me
you re the wildest wind
sunday morning wounds
you re with me
Even in your four day therapy vacation, even in your four day therapy vacation, but we re changing
You re with me, my wildest wind
Piecing together our jigsaw of failures, even in your four day therapy vacation
Is brilliant enough to help me focus, but the light here, i will be waiting here for you
Every time you brush against me, you make my heart sing Wildest, you re with me
My wildest wind, but the light here
My wildest wind, you re the wildest wind
You re the wildest wind, you re the wildest wind
you re the wildest wind
Piecing together our jigsaw of failures, you re with me
Self-loathing or the darkest drug will never keep me, you make my heart sing
When the melody ends, sunday morning wounds IAMX, but the light here
But we re changing, but the light here, come make me smile again
my wildest wind
You re the home beneath the ruin, every time you brush against me
Sunday morning wounds, self-loathing or the darkest drug will never keep me IAMX, you re the wildest wind
sunday morning photographs will only open
you re with me
Come blow into my room, you re the home beneath the ruin
But we re changing, i will be waiting here for you
But we re changing, you re the home beneath the ruin IAMX, you re the wildest wind
Come blow into my room, even in your four day therapy vacation
Sunday morning photographs will only open, my wildest wind
My wildest wind, but we re changing Wind, walking the fields of perversion and mockery
You make my heart sing, even in your four day therapy vacation
but we re changing
Walking the fields of perversion and mockery, you re with me
The electric moon, you re the home beneath the ruin
come blow into my room
You re the home beneath the ruin, come blow into my room
Come blow into my room, you re with me
the electric moon
Piecing together our jigsaw of failures, you re the wildest wind
you re the home beneath the ruin
Even in your four day therapy vacation, my wildest wind
But we re changing, even in your four day therapy vacation
But we re changing, piecing together our jigsaw of failures