Heft

        - HEFT -

Oh well is all we said.
What we gave and what we got,
 are different things.
The Southern wind will,
 drag us down to rot.
The Southern Wind that will,
 set us free.

Love's got the edge of a razor knife.
How many times can we try,
 before the heart is dead.
Just makes us wanna' scream,
 scream so we don't cry.
The Southern wind's gonna,
 set us free.

High tide at the wishing well.
The tides can't take us back,
 to the good we've lost.
From here to there,
 it all fades to black.
The Southern Wind that will,
 set us free.

Dark passenger will you spare us a dime?
Buy us some bread and a bottle of wine.
We'll never ask for anything again.
Just help us, help us to survive.
The Southern wind will set, set us free.
Dark Passenger about that dime.
We need escape from the mind crime.
We'll never ask for anything again.
Just help us make it through the . . .
Help us make it through . . .
Make it through the night.


2012.07.11 @ 0330