Curse to the Wind

where are you now?

please come home

where are you now?

please come home

the kitchen is sold

please come home

the garden is bare

the birds have all flown

I dream of machines

that take you from here

I dream of machines

that take you from here

I dream of the nights

you breathed on my ear

I'll cut off my head

to stop all these tears

the wheat fields are all on fire

and I made them burn

the wheat fields are all on fire

will I ever learn

here in my arms

is where you should be

here in my arms

is where you should be

here in my heart

is a vacancy

I curse to the wind

that took you from me