So where shall you go
When the wind starts to blow
Gone is the warmth of her embrace
Gone is your memory of her face
All that is left is a hint of a better time
When dreams were made
They cast a curse over this man
He stands alone in a troubled land
His vision's clouded by this dark premonition
The end is at hand
But they will leave before the winter's gone
They travel south, following
The hummingbirds song
Life can be slow
With nowhere to go
Your path is closed in every way
So in this dark, dark room you stay
Looks like your thoughts will
Never set you free
But they will leave before the winter's gor
They travel south, following the hummingbirds song
And if you believe just to belong somewhere
That must be the dumbest thing
I've ever heard in my life

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