hills of whitenyou don't have to wear your uniformnyou don't have to worrynlet the wind carry us awaynnyou never felt so simplensince you were a child in the seanshiva come a waltzingnlike the blue in sanitynnyour mind is a firenbehind high fencesnyou have a million eyes herenbut you don't see men' cause you're too kindnonce you laynall of your tomorrows in a chainnyou begin to wondernwill the wind carry us awaynnonce you asked the wolf-girlnwho tried to sell you flowers in the sunnshe left you in a high placenwith all your certainties undonennyour mind is a firenbehind high fencesnyou have a million eyes herenbut you don't see men'cause you're too kind