Windstorm - School of Seven Bells

Windmills cut through the void

Dividing the imagined and true

The eyes neglect to see what the heart pursues

But my heart finds a dream in these unseen hues

In the untouchable

That’s not to say that I don’t feel the limitations

And the drop from the expectation

It’s not naïve but the heart of creation

It’s the only thing proven true to me

When the fire’s burnin' from sky to ground

Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm

When the fire’s burnin' from sky to ground

Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm

When the fire’s burnin' from sky to ground

Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm

When the fire’s burnin' from sky to ground

Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm

Time past has thrown shadows

Over my shoulder that as ghosts owned

Movement of my desires lost like a stone

Cast as a wish into a well with no sound

No answer at the end

How can I say it’s wrong to feel the limitations

And the drop from the expectation

It’s not naive but the heart of creation

It’s the only thing proven true to me

When the fire’s burnin' from sky to ground

Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm

When the fire’s burnin' from sky to ground

Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm

When the fire’s burnin' from sky to ground

Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm

When the fire’s burnin' from sky to ground

Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm