It's true she's like the breeze Setting off car alarms  Blowing through leaves Winds been cold for far too long And She feels like a knife cutting stabbing a boneBelonging nowhereBlowing everywhere So She goes up the hill to be all alone She saw his spark, a kindle one night And His heat made her swirl in lustful delight Spinning her in a wind dance Igniting his fire Needing his heat Wanting her desire Now every night His...