Wind - The Sick Bags

As she walks

Through the door

With her gold

And big bright smile

With her eyes

Leaving nothing behind

I can feel it coming and going

I can feel it coming and going

And just like the wind (in her hair)

She will be drifting away

Now there’s nothing to do

But to watch her go and feel all shades of blue

As she walks

Further away

Rail roads screaming

And i’m in pain

Sometimes they say

Dreams do come true

Like all the other ones

The ends are always cruel

And just like the wind (in her hair)

She will be drifting away

Now there’s nothing to do

But to watch her go and feel all shades of blue