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