The wind is calling your name
In a dream I watch the snow
Fragile beyond you can measure
For us lovers of language and pleasure
I wear myself out fast as I can
Running on the sand of my desire for you
Dream, dream
I dream
I hear the howls at night
Each with its own blues to moan
In the moonlight the dark shadows rise
But then you bend down to kiss me
I wear myself out fast as I can
Running on the sand of my desire for you
Dream, dream
I dream
There's no poem that doesn't atone
This is not an apology
Or a useless excuse, this is just to say
What's the use? I'm in love with you
