For the wind under wings
For the wings of my plane
For the plane that will carry me far away


For the night of this day
For the day of this week

For the week that will end this pain

But the light is too fast for me

And my voice is too slow to reach her lies

I think she knows

she´s wrapping herself in the wickedness but can´t let go
It so charming though it´s a sickness I already know


For the queen of the guile
For the guile in our minds
For the mind that will hide our emotional side


For the instinct of your selfpreservation
that will keep your way straight


I´m calling for northern winds
I´m calling for the rising sun

I´m calling for moons
I´m calling for stars
I´m calling for you