The wind always reminds me of you;
The touch, the ache, the kiss long overdue.
That second when we look at one another's eyes,
And feel in our bones, we could never say goodbye.
That little hiccup in time,
Where you can be completely mine.
That wind which topples homes;
That wind which destroys lives;
That wind which enables me to survive.
I can't sleep without that breeze.
I must be addicted to it by now,
But it's you and us so it all feels okay somehow.

