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Borrowed Sparks - Wind Through Trees (String Version) Featuring The Punk Cellist
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Bay
Michael Bay
Songwriter
Mike Bay
Mike Bay
Songwriter

Lyrics

Oh my friends the broken promises made, when I was young
A shotgun blast into a field of wrong paths, and setting suns
But next to you I was bulletproof, I was old blue eyes in a pinstripe suit
We were ten tons of dynamite, in a crowded room
If only we'd known, how to light the fuse
You can find me falling on the downbeat like a sword, I can't retreat
I'm still chasing wind through the trees
You can find me coughing through the melody
The asthmatic kid I used to be
I'm still chasing wind through the trees
Years and years go by you know, and that's just the way, these things go
It's all in the rearview but the windshield's broke
Looking back all our mirrors were cracked, the past seven years sure reflect that
We bit off more bad luck than we can chew
If only we'd known, what we had to lose
You can find me falling on the downbeat like a sword, I can't retreat
I'm still chasing wind through the trees
You can find me coughing through the melody
The asthmatic kid I used to be
I'm still chasing wind through the trees
It's been a long way down
I'm all cut up inside
Learned the hard way how
To stop and breath, for a while
You can find me falling on the downbeat like a sword, I can't retreat
I'm still chasing wind through the trees
You can find me coughing through the melody
The asthmatic kid I used to be
I'm still chasing wind through the trees
I'm still chasing wind through the trees
Written by: Michael Bay, Mike Bay
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