A Song That The Wind Can't Steal Lyrics

Oh, we are young

Looking for a semblance of hope in our aspirations

So there's a lack of sensation when our dreams fall apart

But when the beat moves every pair of feet all at once

It keeps the truth of our nightmare lucid

The one where we turn chasing tornadoes into a form of art

If only to avoid being another kind of family that disasters can still tear apart

To confuse the sound of breaking windows with the cheers of the crowd

So let's write a song that the Wind can't steal

You look for words inside of wooden walls

Set them ablaze

To hear the way the stories call your name

But you've built your home from brick and so the labors of the flame are fruitless

Oh, there are few things stronger than stone

Why couldn't you have built it from fragile bone

Let's see you write a song that the wind can't steal

They tell me chaos is my friend, it paints a pretty perfect image in my mind

The brushes bend behind my eyes

And turn the lines to curves and shapes I never learned

Ever-moving, picturesque, like stars about to burst

We are ever-moving, picturesque, like stars about to burst

This life puts fifteen hands on every hour

That ticking riddle made the spit we shared turn sour

The artist starves, pleads for rest, begs for death

Yet pushes on to feel more than just the sting

His skin will be the page: his blood, the ink