Testo
I wake up late on Christmas
I think you're going out for a kiss
But you're somewhere in the station
In the dark, you're screaming
Can't you see I'm a bad guy?
I'm waiting for the good days
Standing drinking by the walls
And you're coming thinking of a wedding
But you're more of a butcher
Turn and turn to me
It must have been the wind
It must have been the wind
I want to hear about my marriage
I think you've made the same mistakes
And maybe it's another
I'm trying to remember
My poor day in flight
There's no picture and no voice
There's no pages for the taxi boys
There's no pen to fill the window
And I'm falling from the pillow
And the landmine has no prize
It must have been the wind
It must have been the wind
I drive home on the Sunday
You catch a door to your promotion
I try to back away but it's another
Just to remember you're no one's son
I'm dreaming little starlight songs
I'm wondering if I'm lying
You wake me then I panic
And you turn to say you miss me
Oh, baby, I love you
It must have been the wind
It must have been the wind
