If These Wild Winds Are Yours (feat. Alix Page)

I lay down on my bed Water drips from the ceiling Out in the yard The fertile ground I hear your dog I hear him howl He's so confused He has to be So foreign and familiar to the coyotes But the life that you need isn't here, isn't here You are like an old tree Shaking off all your dead leaves But if I lay down across your path If I lift my face, out from my mask And if I hear your voice Then I'll hear your scream Then I'll hear your calling From inside of me But I don't know where to look in my brain You are like a frozen lake To which I swim, to which I bathe And I'm not sure If these wild winds are yours Or if they belong to a storm