Whispers of the Wind
Three cops are lying dead,
Empty bullets by their head.
One man is up, but is bleeding,
Holding a gun and barely breathing.
It's just whispers of the wind
A million voices to welcome them in.
The moons out, it's high in the sky,
And dogs are howling in your mind.
As the lovers, they waltz for free
In the back alleys of time.
It's just whispers of the wind
A million voices to welcome them in.
Empty bullets by their head.
One man is up, but is bleeding,
Holding a gun and barely breathing.
It's just whispers of the wind
A million voices to welcome them in.
The moons out, it's high in the sky,
And dogs are howling in your mind.
As the lovers, they waltz for free
In the back alleys of time.
It's just whispers of the wind
A million voices to welcome them in.
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Randolph
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