there are places we've left behind. black hair in the wind. on a beach i saw her face. in the blue and grey she smiled. it was brief. i give my lungs the air they need. they give me a gift from within. i'm gone if you're gone. and i am always wrong. i'm no soloist dancing on the street. we're in a storm. but we're a team. we're no conductors of electricity. we're no heroes. although we yield heavy guns. let's get the song on with new strings. i give the harmony part away. i'll stay subtle. this is no rehearsed piece of work. this is turning shallows into an ocean. soft breeze becomes a screaming force. i will build the windmill. and we can flee once more.