Winded

The air I owe

All of its salt in me

My mean too low

And too low to offer you

Honey, I do lay again

All the hair I lost in bed

In the end, it cuts the same

So call the blows

The air for all

All of its salt in me

My name in rows

It still owes an offering

Oh, to bare myself again

It's only ours if nothing's said

In the end, I love the rain

Heart and all

And the air I owe

The air I want to be

Running over me in my head

All the ashes rise again

All the crawling that I did

To come running home

The air I owe

The air I owe

Thе air, I owe it all to you