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
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
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