Sonic Wind (instrumental mix)

Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hear Perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would never Appear In the skies (disguised) Change in direction where birds never fly nor roam Lie 'neath green valleys and wait for the call to come Firetail bats, poised to attack To set ablaze the rafters and the roofs Until the plan leaves the hand Burns the site down to the ground Through the ground Craters are carving and wounds are left to weep Sink to the table filtering through the years Closing behind the nightmarish fears that run deep Down in green valleys wait for the call to come When it's all over and the empty quarter Returns to the emptiness again 5000 miles over airplane graveyards Landmass oceans wide. over continents A sonic wind honing in on a tune no one can hear Perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises... Over the skies - in disguise Change in direction A sonic wind is blowing And the fire it is burning Down in green valleys where birds never fly nor roam Over airplane graveyards, wait for the call to come And the sonic wind is whistling