Wind Machine - Diane Birch

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