Tekstovi: Wind Whistles (The). Window Sills. Somedays.

The world was supposed the end last century
I?m still playing the waiting game
Sail my ship to Africa
I just want to know I can go that far

Today the future feels like memories
I want a past that can go that far
Today my accidents are remedies
?Cause my karma can go that far

The world was supposed make my fantasies
I?m still playing the playing game
Cross the plains Africa
I just want to feel I can go that far

Today my actions feel like melodies
I want a tune that can go that far
Today my body feels the gravity
and thinks it can only go so far

A stone for every grave

(Thanks to Tom for these lyrics)