Wind Machine - Diane Birch

You looked away when I pulled the sheets from the bed

I never figured it out but baby one of us bled

Giving me nonchalance

Was it something that I said

What were we talking about

'Cos I forget

Epiphanies knock around like loose change in your pocket

You're reading Ulysses but you just don't get it

November is coming on and the nights are getting longer

Summer always deceives

Little promises like the orange leaves

Blowing in a wind machine

Wind machine

Wind machine

Wind machine

I looked away when you pulled the crown off your head

You told me baby

I think it's meant for you instead

I only got a little time now

Left to dine on virgin wine

Valley of the hungry ghost

What you really want the most

Is blowing in a wind machine

Wind machine

Blowing round in a wind machine

Wind machine

Like the footsteps running

Running right behind you

But they don't catch you when you come back down

Like a snowflake falling in the summertime

See you around

I'll see you around round round round round

Blowin' and blowin' and blowin' and blowin' and blowin'

Blowin' round in a wind machine

Wind in a wind machine

Promises in a wind machine

Little leaves in a wind machine

November is coming on and the nights are getting longer

Summer always deceives

Little promises like the orange leaves