Wind o` carry me away

Guide my angels -unlink their chains

Words find echoes in my past

My delusion now unmasked

I dare to touch this bodies surface

Temptation blinding my resistance

I could linger so much longer

But the wind was stronger



Yes I know my eyes are sinning

Longing for what is not mine

Defend her purity with mercy

Thread my guts, cut off my tongue

Merge my conflict with the wind

Mesmerise my childish instincts

Then I will not suffer any longer

But still the wind was stronger



My puppets, angels, dolls and she

Starring, whispering at me

Ready to drop - in chains paralysed

On naked skin I feel their glares

Embarrassed of what they might see

I cannot speak, I cannot think

Scared to death I move no longer

Yes, I guess the wind was stronger