Talking to the Wind

I wonder, sometimes, if you think about what we were
And what we have just become
Or if you believe in meadows after fire, glancing at rhymes

There's no war out there, but I can see a warplane drop off bombs
From above this shattered sky
While childless mothers singing their kids a new lullaby

At nights we were free and yesterday morning
Yesterday morning we knew that we were
The perfect blending of two things which had been badly born

And I wonder if it still makes sense to tell about blue sky
If at night, we uncover us in the same bed of fears and losses
Yes, at nights we were free, but now our nightmares won't make us sleep
Maybe because we have not killed our old ghosts
Or we are still too far apart

Is there a God to call on when you feel alone?
Is there a mother to hug when you feel alone?
I would like to hug you when I feel so alone

Is there a God to call on when you feel so alone?
And, what would he tell when
Looking deeply into my own eyes,
I'd realize that we are just talking to the wind

We're just talking to the wind