: Like winter winds across the snow it's your silent voice that chills my soul it whispers in the trees above as I wonder the earth trying to keep up
the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should have been confiding
wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should have been confiding in each other. It seems so absurd
