And the rain dried up
The lightning let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
There's no black or white,
No change in the light
No golden sun.
The sound of cars,
The smell of bars,
The awful feeling of electric heat.
Under fluorescent lights, they sacrifice
There's hard feelings, there's pointless waste
I want wind to blow my clothes off me,
Sweep me off my feet,
Take me out and not bring me back.
Oh where I can see, days pass by me
And I have no head to hold in grief.
But there's no hope for me,
I've been set free
There's no breeze,
There's no ship on my sea
--Phil, "I want wind to blow"