Wind Machine

You looked away when I pulled the sheets from the bed I never figured it out but baby one of us bled Givin' me nonchalance, was it something that I said? What were we talkin' about, cos I forget? Epiphanies knock around like loose change in your pocket You're reading Ulysses but you just don't get it November is comin' on and the nights are getting longer Summer always deceives Little promises like the orange leaves Blowin' in a wind machine Wind machine Wind machine Wind machine I looked away when you pulled the crown off your head You told me baby I think it's meant for you instead I only got a little time now left to dine on virgin wine Valley of the hungry ghost What you really want the most Is blowin' in a wind machine Wind machine Blowin' round in a wind machine Wind machine Like the footsteps running Running right behind you But they don't catch you when you come back down Like a snowflake fallin' in the summertime I'll see you around I'll see you around round round round... (Blowin' and blowin' and blowin'...) Blowin' round in a wind machine Wind machine Promises in a wind machine Little leaves in a wind machine November is comin' on and the nights are getting longer Summer always deceives Little promises like the orange leaves