Across The Wind
Skin Yard, Ben McMillan, Jack Endino
Come on dance in the fist
The feeling is to futher colder
The seasons that we have seen fall
Houses till we were stoned
Oh, we've stoned them
We've seen so many wars
Still we're marching along
And though we've passed through this door now
I'm sure there's still, still many more
Across the wind
Across the wind, you know
It's bound to end before we're there
Across the wind
Across the wind, you know
Across the wind
Across the wind
In your room you've made heaven
The purple drips from your walls
The leaves you've burned are your blankets
Fills the halls and in your voice echoes
Across the wind
Across the wind, you know
It's bound to end before we're there
Across the wind
Across the wind
Across the wind
Across the wind