Go with the wind.
Go with the rain.
You have been released again.
Go with the wind.
Snapping cold at your throat.
Oh, and blowing between the buttons of your coat.
Never has there been
a love quite so fierce and red
as the one you shared between the sheets of an iron bed.
Well, you held her, oh, so many times.
Ah, like a child, or some precious stone.
And you held her precious heart up to your own.
Oh, and you have a dear, she was the only thing
that you called your own.
Called your own.
Oh, she was the only thing that you called your own.
Only thing you called your own.
Go with the wind.
Go with the rain.
Go with the wind.
Go with the rain.
You have been released, oh you've been released again.
Oh, you've been released, oh, you've been released again.
