Song Length |
4:04 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Country - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Composed, Poignant |
Subject |
Other |
Similar Artists |
Suzanne Vega, Laura Marling |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Some days the door is open
Some days it's closed
A strange concatenation
And then it goes
We have to take our chances
The wild wind blows
The gold parade of faces
A roundabout
And one brought into focus
The edge of doubt
We have to take our chances
The wild wind blows
Enough of seeking answers
The wild wind blows
I am my worst enemy at these times
I push on through the warning signs
Nobility in the wrongness of direction
I rattle against all the weakness in my shell
And death lies on the other side
All the feelings I've packaged up so
tightly, in boxes round my bed
A gold parade of faces
A roundabout
And one brought into focus
An edge of doubt
We have to take our chances
The wild wind blows
The wild wind blows
The wild wind blows