We are creatures of magic.
We are creatures of blood.
If you care to take your place,
You will surrender just like you should.
The wind is blowing NOW.
And with your nerves can you feel.
Our minds are made of blood.
But the dreams in our head are real.
The trees, they interweave.
And you know what that means!
The wind is blowing NOW.
And this moment time will unfreeze.
Just keep your eyes on the swaying branches.
And open your nerves to the touch of the breeze.
To twirl a feather is enough,
If in the molecule you believe.
There are secrets in the ice.
And there are secrets on the wind.
And if you can feel with your nerves,
You will now come within.
Your mind is made of blood.
But within it you must dwell.
The good go straight to heaven.
And the bad go straight to hell.
Our minds are made of blood.
But with our nerves can we feel.
There is electricity in your brain.
And our dreams are better than real.
There are snowflakes in the ice.
And there are snowflakes on the wind.
And a snowflake is what you are!
If you don't believe me, just come within.
There is a power that comes in waves.
And there is a secret on the wind.
And to the power you will surrender.
And you will now come within.
This secret cannot be forgotten.
If once your nerves can the secret feel.
The wind on your face is all there is.
And your dreams are better than what is real.
There is a twinkle in the eyes.
That cannot be said in words.
And there are twinkles everywhere.
If you strain your ears they can be heard.
The wind is blowing NOW.
So open your nerves to the touch of the breeze.
You will surrender now in your bones.
If in the molecule you believe.
Your mind is made of blood.
But within it you must dwell.
The good go straight to heaven.
And the bad go straight to hell.
We are creatures of blood.
If you care to take your place,
You will surrender just like you should.
The wind is blowing NOW.
And with your nerves can you feel.
Our minds are made of blood.
But the dreams in our head are real.
The trees, they interweave.
And you know what that means!
The wind is blowing NOW.
And this moment time will unfreeze.
Just keep your eyes on the swaying branches.
And open your nerves to the touch of the breeze.
To twirl a feather is enough,
If in the molecule you believe.
There are secrets in the ice.
And there are secrets on the wind.
And if you can feel with your nerves,
You will now come within.
Your mind is made of blood.
But within it you must dwell.
The good go straight to heaven.
And the bad go straight to hell.
Our minds are made of blood.
But with our nerves can we feel.
There is electricity in your brain.
And our dreams are better than real.
There are snowflakes in the ice.
And there are snowflakes on the wind.
And a snowflake is what you are!
If you don't believe me, just come within.
There is a power that comes in waves.
And there is a secret on the wind.
And to the power you will surrender.
And you will now come within.
This secret cannot be forgotten.
If once your nerves can the secret feel.
The wind on your face is all there is.
And your dreams are better than what is real.
There is a twinkle in the eyes.
That cannot be said in words.
And there are twinkles everywhere.
If you strain your ears they can be heard.
The wind is blowing NOW.
So open your nerves to the touch of the breeze.
You will surrender now in your bones.
If in the molecule you believe.
Your mind is made of blood.
But within it you must dwell.
The good go straight to heaven.
And the bad go straight to hell.
