the dry wind has stolen warmth off your handnso i let your palm getting warm againnyou look chilled in ragged jeansni see you inhaling the windni shut my eyes so quick to keep this whole scene withinnnyou're tearing the strings off your guitarnthe sonic noise piercing through my earsnyou're in the shadow look like dreamingndark as the shadow of spanish paintingnyou're in the shadow of daydreamingnwhite as the silence of your beingn